Title: New Journeys 2/?
Author: David A. Knapton
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Archived: If you want but it's polite to let the author know you are doing so.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the crossover idea. The characters belong to the owners of BtVS and Lord of the Rings.
Spoiler: End of season five of Buffy and other than including Buffy characters LotR follows the book not the films.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Pairing: Amaurea/Legolas Elenwë/Haldir plus book pairings
Just be patient you'll find out who they are soon?
Summery: Council of Elrond.
Notes: This part was mostly taken from the Fellowship of the Ring book.
Thanks so much to my great beta Kim.
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Feedback: If you wish.
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Frodo woke early, feeling refreshed and well. He walked along the terraces above the loud flowing Bruinen and watched the pale, cool sun rise above the far mountains, and shine down, slanting through the thin silver mist.
Sam walked beside him, saying nothing. On a seat cut in the stone beside a turn in the path they came on Gandalf and Bilbo deep in talk. "Hello! Good morning!" said Bilbo, "Feel ready for the great council?"
"I feel ready for anything," answered Frodo. "But most of all I should like to go walking today and explore the valley, I should like to get into those pine-woods up there," he pointed away far up the side of Rivendell to the north.
"You may have a chance later," said Gandalf. "But we cannot make any plans yet. There is much to hear and decide today." Suddenly as they were talking, a single clear bell rang out, "That is the warning bell for the Council of Elrond," cried Gandalf. "Come along now! Both you and Bilbo are wanted."
Frodo and Bilbo followed the wizard quickly along the winding path back to the house; behind them, uninvited and for the moment forgotten, trotted Sam.
Gandalf led them to a porch. The light of the clear autumn morning was now glowing in the valley. The noise of bubbling waters came up from the foaming river-bed. Birds were singing, and a wholesome peace lay on the land. To Frodo his dangerous flight, and the rumours of darkness growing in the world outside, already seemed only the memories of a troubled dream; but the faces that were turned to meet them as they entered were grave.
Elrond was there, and several others were seated in silence about him. Frodo saw Glorfindel and Glóin; and in a corner alone Strider was sitting, clad in his old travel-worn clothes again. Elrond drew Frodo to a seat by his side, then stood to present him to the company.
"Here, my friends, is the hobbit, Frodo son of Drogo. Few have ever come hither through greater peril or on an errand more urgent." Elrond then pointed and named those whom Frodo had not met before. There was a younger dwarf at Glóin's side; his son Gimli. Beside Glorfindel there were several other counsellors of Elrond's household, of whom Erestor was the chief; and with him was Galdor, an Elf from the Grey Havens who had come on an errand from Cirdan the Shipwright.
There was also a strange Elf clad in green and brown, Legolas, a messenger from his father, Thranduil, the king of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. And seated a little apart was a tall man with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance.
He was cloaked and booted as if for a journey on horseback; and although his garments were rich, and his cloak was lined with fur, they were stained with long travel. "Here," said Elrond, turning to Gandalf, "Is Boromir, a man from the South. He arrived in the grey morning, and seeks for counsel. I have bidden him to be present, for here his questions will be answered."
Before he could continue a ball of blue-white light began to grow before him, he jumped back as everyone present rose in alarm. It grew until it was some eight feet across, then with a flash two Elf maidens crashed to the floor, "Elenwë," cried Elrond as he once more looked upon his youngest child's face.
Elenwë felt herself lifted up into strong arms as she dreamed of her life, both of them, the one she knew and the one she did not, flashed before her in a jumbled mass. She saw the orcs attack her and her mother Celebrían, she saw her mother Joyce's body laid in the morgue, she saw her mother Celebrían sailing into the West, Oromë's rescue of her and Celebrían from the orcs, of her first day of school in LA, and so it went on.
