Written by Phoenix
Buffy was still speechless as the morning sun shined bright upon her face. The smoke from Helms deep swirled through the mountains. For the battle may be over but war still rained heavy in everyone's minds. For the fate of Middle Earth now lay in two brave hobbits.
Angel looked into Buffy's eyes. "Nauth annen i ned ol reniannen (I thought I'd strayed into a dream.)" Angel's elfish words hit Buffy swirling realty from truth.
Angel and Buffy dismounted their horses. Buffy seemed to float towards him. Not drawn by darkness but by love. The same love she felt for him when he placed the claddagh ring on her figure on the docks of Sunny Dale. As if no time had changed between then and now.
Angel held her in his embrace. In all the world, Angel was the only one who could hold her like that, who could give her a safe harbor, a world in his arms. A world she could never have.
Angel whispered softly into her ear,"Naan e' olor, amin er ten-esta.(But in dreams, I still hear your name.)" Buffy felt his tender lips upon hers. His touch was comfort in a chaos filled world. Both in Sunny Dale and in Middle Earth.
Buffy found herself speaking the tongue of Elves, "Ar e' olor, by omenta en. (And in dreams, we shall meet again.)"
The swirling mists that had been clouding her mind were starting to go away as Buffy thought she heard Xander scream, "Buffy!"
His soft features and expressive eyes, he was a carbon copy of someone they all were dear to, the only difference being that he now had long brown hair instead of the short cut look they'd seen him with before.
Still in shock Willow gasped and said aloud, "Oh my god! Angel?!"
Buffy was still speechless as the morning sun shined bright upon her face.
Close by, one fallen Uruk-hai, reaching for his last breath, fired his arrow. The long arrow glided through the air and ran it's self through Buffy's left shoulder, throwing her from the horse.
"Buffy!" Xander yelled as he watched his friend collapse to the ground.
Angel quickly dismounted his horse and ran to her side. As well as the others who gathered around her.
"Ar e' olor, lyr omenta en. (And in dreams, we shall meet again.)"
Buffy was still speechless as the morning sun shined bright upon her face. The smoke from Helms deep swirled through the mountains. For the battle may be over but war still rained heavy in everyone's minds. For the fate of Middle Earth now lay in two brave hobbits.
Angel looked into Buffy's eyes. "Nauth annen i ned ol reniannen (I thought I'd strayed into a dream.)" Angel's elfish words hit Buffy swirling realty from truth.
Angel and Buffy dismounted their horses. Buffy seemed to float towards him. Not drawn by darkness but by love. The same love she felt for him when he placed the claddagh ring on her figure on the docks of Sunny Dale. As if no time had changed between then and now.
Angel held her in his embrace. In all the world, Angel was the only one who could hold her like that, who could give her a safe harbor, a world in his arms. A world she could never have.
Angel whispered softly into her ear,"Naan e' olor, amin er ten-esta.(But in dreams, I still hear your name.)" Buffy felt his tender lips upon hers. His touch was comfort in a chaos filled world. Both in Sunny Dale and in Middle Earth.
Buffy found herself speaking the tongue of Elves, "Ar e' olor, by omenta en. (And in dreams, we shall meet again.)"
The swirling mists that had been clouding her mind were starting to go away as Buffy thought she heard Xander scream, "Buffy!"
His soft features and expressive eyes, he was a carbon copy of someone they all were dear to, the only difference being that he now had long brown hair instead of the short cut look they'd seen him with before.
Still in shock Willow gasped and said aloud, "Oh my god! Angel?!"
Buffy was still speechless as the morning sun shined bright upon her face.
Close by, one fallen Uruk-hai, reaching for his last breath, fired his arrow. The long arrow glided through the air and ran it's self through Buffy's left shoulder, throwing her from the horse.
"Buffy!" Xander yelled as he watched his friend collapse to the ground.
Angel quickly dismounted his horse and ran to her side. As well as the others who gathered around her.
"Ar e' olor, lyr omenta en. (And in dreams, we shall meet again.)"