Chapter Three
Willow awoke on her couch, with a very concerned Aragorn stroking her cheek.
Um hi." Willow said as she gazed longingly at Aragorn's handsome face.
"Are you well?" Aragorn questioned in concern as he smoothed his hand across her red cheek.
"I… I'm fine, thank you, for helping me. Um I'm guessing you don't know, but I might as well ask… How did you get here?"
"You are most welcome, lovely one," Aragorn smiled slightly when he saw a flush enter her pale skin at his words. "As to your question, I was hoping you could tell me."
Willow lowered her head and blushed at his words.
WAIT THE SPELL! It must have been!
She shook her head and crossed the room to where she had first said the spell and she started to clean it up.
It must have been the spell, but why didn't it work before? I guess I have to end it, damn, now that I know it works I could have had fun.
Let the healing power begin! Let my will be safe again. As these words of peace are spoken, let this harmful spell be broken.
Willow looked at Aragorn and motioned for him to take a seat. "Well I guess I have to explain right?"
"Yes, you do."
"Well it all began with Buffy coming into my room---"