Chapter Sixteen
Willow descended the stairs, no worse for wear though a little tired. Willow was only allowed out of Cordelia's room once Cordelia had her fill of Sunny-Hell gossip and was able to re-do Willow's makeup and hair.
I wonder if the boys played nice
Willow walked into the kitchen where the guys were doing research. On one side of the table sat Aragorn looking more at the numerous pictures of creatures worse than Uruk-hai. Angel was on the opposite side from Aragorn. And Wesley sat somewhere in the middle occasionally throwing disgruntled looks at the other two men, who were not helping much in the research.
"Have you guys found anything?"
Wesley looked up from his books at the sound of Willow's voice. "I am sorry, Ms. Rosenburg. I have not found much yet, there are a few spells that seem like they could help, but they all are not guaranteed to get him back during the right time period. He very well could end up back in the middle of war."
Aragorn looked a little sickly at the thought of having to go back to a time when Sauron still existed. Willow walked over to him, and rested her hands on his shoulders. "Don't worry, when we send you back, we will make sure its right. I don't want you to have to suffer through that again." Aragorn relaxed slightly.
Angel began to growl slightly under his breath at the familiarity that Willow showed Aragorn.
"Angel! What is with you? Why are you growling?
"It is nothing Willow, I just don't like the idea that you will get hurt once this king goes back to his thrown. And that when he leaves you behind you will be alone in Sunnydale."
Willow smiled, "I know that you worry about me. But you don't need to. I have been alone before. I can take care of myself. I really did bring this upon myself anyway, but thank you," Willow finished and then bent over to hug Angel, but was distracted by a growl this time coming from Aragorn.
"Not this again." Wesley muttered under his breath.
"Aragorn?" Willow asked, and frowned when he didn't take his glare off of Angel. Willow looked at Angel and Wesley and asked if they could both leave them alone for a bit.
Once they were gone Willow took a seat beside Aragorn, and waited until he turned his face towards her. "Why are you growling at Angel? He hasn't done anything wrong."
"He is too familiar with you." Aragorn stated.
Willow smiled as she asked, "Are you jealous?"
"No."
"You are…" Willow said slightly amazed. "You don't need to be. Angel is like my brother. He is protective of me since I had helped him in the past. He is just worried. He means nothing by it. And anyway, I am your Willow-tree… remember? And you are my Ranger. That is not going to change. Angel definitely won't change that."
Aragorn took Willow's hand in his. "I am sorry Willow-tree. I have just found you though, and then all of a sudden we are sending me away. I know why I must leave. But I do not like it. And I just worried that when I leave you will forget me."
Willow brushed a kiss across Aragorn's forehead.
"Never," She whispered.