Title: New Journeys 3?
Author: David A. Knapton
E-mail: 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 and Dawn 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 in this part
Summery: Reunions and explanations long over due!
Notes: Sorry about the end of the last part, being so mean and all, but those that have read some of my other stories know I sometimes have an evil sense of humour!
Notes 2: I have decided that for ease of writing I will not have any actual Quenya etc in this story (other than names), just assume that if Elves are talking among themselves they are speaking it, at other times I will add something to the story to indicate Quenya etc is being spoken.
Thanks so much to Canada Bradshaw for stepping in and betaing this story.
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Feedback: If you wish.
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Reviews:
From: Allen Pitt
Cool! I like it, based more on the books ...and Elenwe -good -having 2 sets of memories should make things interesting for "Dawn" - meanwhile Buffy should be quite a handful for them all... So... was this where Glory was trying to go? Was she one of the corrupted Maiar, recruited by Morgoth? Or something...more?
I have not revealed who 'comes' from Middle-Earth yet. Please see the bottom of this chapter for author's notes. No Glory had no connection with Middle-Earth at all.
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From: cancan227
So Buffy is an Elf? I like!
Yep the ears always give it away.
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Elrond knelt next to his unconscious daughter and gently rolled the other Elf maiden off her, on seeing her many wounds he looked to the others, "My friend will you take this child to a room and call Arwen to attend to her wounds while I look to my daughter's?" He said looking to Glorfindel.
"Of course my lord," said Glorfindel solemnly, bending and picking up the stranger and leaving with others who went in search of Arwen.
Elrond rose, cradling his daughter in his arms, "My apologies my friends but I ask that we postpone this council until I have seen to Elenwë's needs."
"Of course my friend. We will await the reason for your long lost daughter's return," agreed Gandalf as he looked speculatively at the Elf maiden and wondered just why she had been returned at this moment and this place. It could not be just coincidence! "If you require my counsel I will hold myself ready Lord Elrond," he finished as Elrond hurried from the chamber.
"Well, Mr Frodo, at least you can take your walk now," said Sam from behind the other hobbit, who had risen along with everyone else.
Frodo turned giving his friend a small smile, "Yes, but I hope I will not feel guilty that two such beautiful Elf maidens had to be hurt so I could have my walk," he replied somewhat sadly before smiling again. "Let us find Merry and Pippin and enquire at the kitchen about a picnic basket."
"Yes, Mr Frodo," smiled Sam as he followed his friend out the chamber.
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Elrond gently placed Elenwë on the bed that had been hers so many years before. One of the household's maids placed a clean bowl of water and a cloth on the table then aided the Elf Lord in removing Elenwë's strange soiled and torn clothes.
Elrond gently cleaned the dried blood and dirt from his daughter's face, neck and arms, sighing lightly that little of the blood appeared to be her own, but worrying that she had yet to wake. The maid helped him put a clean nightgown on his daughter before leaving him to his vigil at her bedside.
A little while later Elrond heard the faint footsteps of his other daughter approach the door, quietly open it, and join him as he awaited Elenwë's recovery, "How is this possible father? Mother told us Elenwë was killed by the orcs!"
"I know not Arwen, maybe your mother in her sorrow thought she had perished with the others!" mused Elrond as he realised Elenwë had begun to stir, "I think your sister will awaken soon and we will put those questions to her."
Elenwë slowly became aware of her surroundings, the soft bed she now lay on, the smells of Rivendell long forgotten then the quiet voices of her father and sister. She was glad now that the Valar had blocked those memories, finally understanding that had she remembered them it would have probably landed her in a mental institution!
Elenwë slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was her father and sister sat looking down at her, concern on their faces, "Father, Arwen, it has been some time! How long have I been asleep?"
"Only a little while Elenwë, my daughter. Where have you been? What have you been doing? And why did you not at least send word to me and your family!" asked Elrond a little anger entering his voice now his daughter was awake.
Elenwë smiled sadly understanding Elrond's anger, she felt angry at the Valar at that moment herself, she still could not understand why her family had to be left in the dark for so many years, thinking her dead! "All long stories father," she said closing her eyes as tears came to them. "I am sorry father, the Valar forbade mother from telling anyone the truth... that is why she sailed into the West... she could not stand to see the sadness in your eyes and the lies she would have to endure, that I had died... Please forgive her she really had no choice, Oromë rescued us from the orcs but came too late to help the others, he took me into the West to prepare for that which they needed me for..."
Elenwë suddenly stopped and sat up in bed as she remembered something, looking around wildly, "Where is my sister? Where is Amaurea? Is she alright?" she asked jumping from the bed.
Elrond and Arwen rose as well concern on their faces, "You only have one sister Elenwë," pointed out Elrond gently.
"Yes I know, but Amaurea is special, she is also my sister and she is also your daughter," explained Elenwë a little mischief coming to her eyes as she continued, "She is also in some ways, my daughter. Where is she, if she wakes here and I am not there she will be frightened," she finished seriously.
Arwen had remained quiet while their father questioned Elenwë. Although she felt the same confusion as their father at Elenwë's last statement, she also noticed the mischief, she smiled, "I have missed you my sister, I'll take you to your sister, she is well and I have cleansed all her wounds."
"Thank you Arwen, and she is your sister as well," said Elenwë smiling as she hugged her sister. She turned to Elrond who still wore a confused frown, "Father, will you join us, although I must warn you Amaurea will be confused and probably frightened when I explain everything to her."
A stern look came to Elrond's face, "Yes I will accompany you to see this daughter of mine that I have no knowledge of. And listen while you explain how she is your sister and daughter!" he said a little merriment coming to his features.
"Thank you father. I promise that everything will be explained although it may take some time," Elenwë said looking around her room, "By any chance are there any of my old dresses still here or will I need to borrow some of yours Arwen?"
"I kept my promise to your mother, although until now I thought it just the sorrow of your death! She made me promise that I would see that all your things were safe and that your dresses were always ready to wear," explained Elrond.
"Thank you daddy," said Elenwë walking over to Elrond and hugging him.
"What is this strange word you speak? What is daddy?" asked Elrond confused.
"Sorry father, it is from the language of the place I have been dwelling in, it is just a more affectionate form of father, I am sorry father I will not call you that again," said Elenwë lowering her head.
Elrond reached out and placing a hand under Elenwë chin and forced her to look at him again, "Elenwë, you may call me that if you wish but only in front of your family... after all I still have my dignity to look too," he finished a little mischief coming to his own eyes again.
Elenwë hugged him again, "Thank you daddy," she said before turning and hurrying over to her closet discarding the nightgown and dropping it on the floor on the way and stood naked in front of the open doors trying to decide on what to wear?
Elrond raised his eyebrow, "I see you are still untidy! As well as immodest daughter!" he smiled.
Arwen also smiled as she bent to retrieve the nightgown, "I see you still expect me to clean up after you," she laughed as she joined Elenwë at her closet. "I think the blue one, it always brings out your eyes," she said holding the dress up to her sister, "And I suppose you will also want me to dress you?" she said hopefully.
Elenwë smiled at her sister, "No, I don't need any help from my big sister," she said then a smirk came to her face, "But we can always dress Amaurea, after all, what are two older sisters for."
Elrond suddenly laughed out loudly, "We have missed you daughter, this house has been too sombre of late, your presence lifts my heart."
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Elenwë approached Amaurea's room with Lord Elrond and Arwen, she turned to them as they reached the door, "I think this may be hard on her, I just hope she takes it better than when she found out she wasn't real," she told them.
"What do you mean real?" asked Arwen in confusion.
Sadness came to Elenwë's eyes, "Part of the reason the Valar took me from you was to protect Amaurea when she appeared. For untold ages a group of wizards guarded the Key, her essence if you will, until a creature came that was at least as powerful as a Vala, so the Key was sent to me in the form of a sister," Elenwë explained turning slightly to her father. "The wizards made her flesh from me, that is why I said she is your daughter, she has your blood flowing through her body. Father... Daddy please don't reject her," she pleaded.
Elrond placed a hand on Elenwë's shoulder, "I would never turn my back on any of my children, even if they go against my wishes," he finished glancing at Arwen who bowed her head.
'It seems I'm not the only one with stories to tell,' mused Elenwë, "Thank you father..."
Suddenly a screaming cry came from the other side of the door, "Buffy."
The three Elves entered the room to see Glorfindel attempting to reason with Amaurea while protecting himself from the objects she was throwing at him. Elenwë could not help laughing at the sight, "Surely this cannot be the same Glorfindel that once faced the Witchking of Angmar!" she said lightly. Her presence seemed to calm her sister who stood near the bed.
"My lord Elrond, I tried to calm the girl but she speaks no language I know," explained Glorfindel, "She then became violent."
"Thank you my friend, we will look after her now," said Elrond.
"As you wish my friend, my ladies," said Glorfindel bowing to Arwen and Elenwë before leaving and closing the door behind him.
"Buffy what's going on? Where are we?" asked Dawn.
"Amaurea everything is going to be alright," Buffy said calmly walking towards her sister, Elrond and Arwen remained near the door.
"What! I don't understand you. What's happening to me?" Dawn said before laughing a little manic. "Why have you got Spock ears?"
"Hmmm, this could be a problem! Would not Mithrandir be of aid in helping her understand," said Elenwë looking back at her father and sister.
"Yes Elenwë, I will send for him at once, I think he should be here to hear your tale as well," nodded Elrond leaving his three daughters alone.
Elenwë turned back to her sister, trying to remember to speak English, unaware that without even thinking about it she had reverted to the languages of Middle-Earth. She walked over to where her sister stood, she picked up a mirror and held it up to her, smiling, "You have them too," she laughed as Amaurea reached up and touched the tip of her ear.
"Dawn, I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up. I'll try and give you a quick rundown of what is happening," said Buffy sitting on the bed. "What the monks didn't know when they made you from me, and I didn't either until I returned here, was that I was sent to Earth to protect you from Glory, I don't think you were ever supposed to jump into the portal, that was my job from the beginning. I'm an Elf... well Half-Elf really and so are you..."
"What like Santa's helpers?" laughed Dawn.
Buffy scowled at her, "No. We are the Eldar, the first born."
"Huh," frowned Dawn sitting next to Buffy.
"Okay, we'll explain that later." Buffy turned and beckoned for Arwen to come closer, "All you really need to know is you are safe, no one in this house will ever harm you and that you have a larger family than you knew." She took Dawn's hand in one of hers and grabbed Arwen's with the other and drew them together, "Dawn, meet Arwen, our older sister," she laughed at the shocked expression on Dawn's face, "We also have two older brothers, that, knowing them, are probably out hunting orcs." Buffy turned to Arwen, "I just introduced you to Amaurea or in the language of the land she comes from Dawn."
"Know that although until now you were a stranger, I hope we can get to know each other as only sisters can Amaurea," said Arwen kneeling in front of both her sisters sat on the bed.
"What did she say? It sounded so musical... It wasn't something gross was it?" asked Dawn.
Buffy laughed, "No Amaurea, sorry Dawn, she just said she wants to get to know you as her sister," she explained.
"What does Amaurea mean?" asked Dawn.
"It is Quenya, the language spoken here, for Dawn," answered Buffy.
"Oh," smiled Dawn, "I like it. So what's your name in Quenya?"
"There isn't a word for Buffy in Quenya but my name here is Elenwë, it means Star-maiden, which considering that is were we have been seems fitting," said Buffy. At that moment, the door opened and the male Elf returned with an old man with a long grey beard. The three sisters rose and faced them, Buffy held Dawn's hand reassuringly as she led her over to the two newcomers, "Dawn this is Lord Elrond... our father," she smiled as Dawn's face went into shock again, "I think I'm going to enjoy doing that to you over the next few days."
Dawn slapped Buffy in the chest bringing amused smiles to the others faces, "What do I do?" whispered Dawn.
Buffy laughed, "There's no need to whisper it's not as if they know what you are saying," pointed out Buffy.
"Oh. So what do I do?"
Buffy shrugged, "Hug him I guess, he loves all his children and you are one now."
"Would that be alright," asked Dawn nervously.
Buffy turned to Elrond, "Amaurea what's to know if she can hug you?"
Elrond did not answer he just drew his new daughter into his arms and hugged her tightly, Dawn just melted into him, both Buffy and Arwen had tears in their eyes.
When Elrond released Dawn, Buffy looked at Gandalf, "And Dawn this is the wizard Mithrandir or in the common tongue Gandalf. He's, hopefully, going to solve your little language problem."
"Pleased to meet you Dawn," said Gandalf in perfect English.
Dawn laughed as she saw the shocked expression on Buffy's face, "If that is how I've been looking, I can see why you thought it was funny."
Buffy's eyes narrowed dangerously as she looked at Dawn who dodged behind Elrond, "If you hurt me, I'll get dad here to ground you."
"Ha, but you can't tell him anything," smirked Buffy.
Dawn nodded towards Gandalf from behind her smiling father, "No, but he can."
Buffy threw her arms up in the air in a dramatic fashion as she moved over to the other side of the room, "I knew it was a bad idea for you to come here." Elrond and Arwen did not understand anything that had been said, but guessed by Elenwë's reaction that Amaurea had gotten the better of her and they laughed along with Dawn and Gandalf.
Gandalf looked at Buffy, "Is what I have been told true? That Dawn was made from your essence?"
Buffy turned round, "Yes, as far as we can calculate it was about four months ago but as everyone was given false memories we have no way of being certain," she said going to Dawn and drawing her into a hug, knowing how much these things hurt her.
"Good that will make things easier," Gandalf said walking over to them.
"This won't hurt will it?" asked Dawn in a worried tone.
"No child. If you will just stand next to each other," smiled Gandalf reassuringly.
Dawn and Buffy stood side by side, that was when Dawn realised something, she turned to Buffy, "We're the same height! Have I shrunk or have you grown?"
"I've grown, for some unfathomable reason the Valar, they're the Powers That Be here, made me a midget on Earth," laughed Buffy.
Both sisters sobered when Gandalf placed a hand on the top of their heads and began a chant that hovered on singing, so beautiful was it that all the Elves had tears of joy in their eyes, although none knew what was sung.
Dawn could not really say she felt anything but it was as if her mind had been asleep and had now woken up, she could hear Elves talking as they passed the door and understood them. She looked into Gandalf's eyes, "Thank you," she said wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her nightgown, "What language was that?"
"It is part of the song of creation, child," said Gandalf solemnly.
"Please don't call me that, I hate being called child," said Dawn.
Buffy laughed, "Dawn to everyone in this room you are a child, to Mithrandir we are all children. He did not mean it in the way you think... You might want to apologise before he decides to turn you into a frog, then we'd have to find a prince to kiss you," she said lightly.
Arwen joined in the laughter but was confused about the reference to a prince kissing a frog! "I am sure Prince Legolas would be more than happy to kiss her but would then be pursued by Elladan and Elrohir."
"Who?" asked Dawn looking to Arwen then realising what Buffy had said, "Hey," she said pulling Buffy's hair. "And anyways it was the prince that was the frog."
"Ouch," cried Buffy turning on Dawn.
Buffy had a glint in her eyes that Dawn had come to know over the years. "No, no, nooo," she screeched as she backed away from her sister making tickling gestures.
"Yes, yes, yesss," said Buffy as Dawn backed into Arwen who began tickling her new sister mercilessly as Buffy joined her.
Elrond felt his heart fill to overflowing as he watched his three daughters laughing and giggling, "My daughters, it pleases me to see you like this but we must talk," he announced loud enough to be heard.
Arwen and Buffy sat up on Dawn's bed and allowed her to join them, "Sorry father, I do not know what came over me," apologised Arwen.
Elrond smiled, "I think Elenwë's presence may have something to do with that," he pointed out. Elenwë had always been playful, even in the worst of times. With the addition of Amaurea he did not wish to contemplate what would happen now! "Mithrandir and I will await you in my study, please get Amaurea dressed and join us," he said before leaving his daughters alone.
Arwen rose and walked over to the closet, "What think you Elenwë?" she asked holding up a pale green dress.
"Yes Arwen, you have always been so good at choosing," Buffy agreed getting up and pulling Dawn with her, "Come on Dawn let's get you dressed."
"Ah guys, I'm quiet capable of dressing myself," said Dawn as Buffy gently pulled her towards Arwen. "I've been doing it since I was eight."
"Nonsense Amaurea, I helped Elenwë dress for almost seven hundred years. Now let's get that nightgown off," said Arwen.
"Seven hundred years!" exclaimed Dawn as she allowed Buffy to pull the nightgown over her head, "How old are you two?" she asked looking back and forth in shock.
"I don't know," frowned Buffy looking at Arwen, "What is the year?" she asked.
"3018 of the third age," Arwen told her.
"Hmm that would make me... one thousand seven hundred and eighty seven years old," answered Buffy.
"And I was born in 241 of the third age so that makes me two thousand seven hundred and seventy seven," added Arwen.
"H-how i-s t-t-that possible," stammered Dawn.
Buffy smirked. "Oh did I forget to tell you, Elves are immortal," she burst out in laughter at the shock on Dawn's face.
Arwen and Buffy got Dawn into the dress and sat her in a chair while they fixed her hair in an elaborate Elven style. "So Arwen, give us the dirt on that look father gave you in the hallway earlier," asked Buffy.
"Dirt?" frowned Arwen.
Dawn laughed, "She means what was behind the look. What look?"
"Oh I see... It was nothing of importance," said Arwen somewhat sadly.
Buffy and Dawn turned to look at her, "Yes it is Arwen," said Buffy, "Now what is wrong?"
Arwen sighed, "I have fallen in love... with a man," she said quietly.
"And father disapproves," concluded Buffy, "Wait... a man?"
"What's wrong with falling in love with a man?" asked Dawn not understanding.
"Sorry Dawn, when we say man, we mean he is of the Race of Men, he is mortal... do you understand?" explained Buffy realising how it felt from the other side of a mortal-immortal relationship now. She looked at Arwen, "Do you love him with all your heart?"
"Y-yes," said Arwen sadly. "But I do not know what I will do if father refuses to give his blessing!"
"I don't understand," said Dawn looking at Buffy.
"You have to realise Dawn, Elven society is very different from everything you knew back on Earth. If Elrond refuses to bless her union Arwen will be cut off from all her family, and marriage to a mortal will also mean she will be unable to sail into the West when father does," explained Buffy.
"And you know how he is... I don't think he feels even a Vala is good enough for a daughter of his house," pointed out Arwen.
Dawn looked back and forth a smirk coming to her face, "Well the three of us will have to change his mind, won't we?"
Buffy laughed, "Yes, with the three of us working together he won't stand a chance."
A maid passing the closed door of Dawn's room smiled to herself as she heard the sound of Elven laughter coming from inside.
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A/N: Buffy has to be Elrond's daughter rather than Dawn otherwise both would have not been elves when they exited the portal, remember Dawn was made from Buffy's DNA. I just extended the connections between them.
I did contemplate changing it around but I felt the overall story would need radical changes, which I was not ready to make.
