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Amin Khiluva Lle A' Gurtha Ar' Thar

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Summary: I will follow you to death and beyond . . .

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Lord of the Rings > General > Theme: FellowshipEenaAngelFR18918,09516013,92528 Aug 0310 Feb 04No

Amin Khiluva Lle A' Gurtha Ar' Thar

Title: Amin Khiluva Lle A' Gurtha Ar' Thar

Author: eena_angel2001

Rating: R

Category: LOTR/BTVS

Pairing: Willow/Legolas

Disclaimer: Tolkien owns LOTR, Whedon owns BTVS.

Spoilers: S7 for BTVS. ROTK for LOTR.

Summary: I will follow you to death and beyond. . .

Notes: Just got the Twin Towers on DVD and feel a sudden LOTR kick settling in . . .

For BTVS: Instead of escaping Sunnydale before it collapses, our heroes get sucked into the crater.

Prologue:

She felt a tickling sensation first, just underneath her chin. It was the barest touch, cold and smooth, leaving a water drop on her skin. She moved her jaw slightly, trying to push the offending object away. She didn’t have the energy to wake up and move away, she didn’t have the energy to do much. Her body ached, her joints felt stiff, and she could feel her own blood drying on her hands. It would hurt too much to wake up; it would hurt too much to move.

She was closer to death than she had ever been before. But she knew, even now, that she would not have the luxury of death. The solace of that kind of oblivion was being denied to her, she knew it in her heart. It simply was not time for her to die.

Though right now she wished it was.

She couldn’t be sure where she was, or how long she had been there. She fell in and out of consciousness, never making it to the point where she could open her eyes and see what was around her. Rather, she was confined to feeling her location through the dirt at her fingertips and the grass that rose up around her body. The heat from the sun warmed her body, letting her know when it was day. And she knew it was night when the wind whipped around over her head and there was cold invading every corner of her body.

Sometimes, she could even hear things. The chirping of crickets, the singing of birds, the whistling of the wind-she heard all these things, though she didn’t understand them. The last time she had been awake, she had been in hell. Literally. She had been with her friends, down in the bowels of the Earth itself, right in the mouth of Hell, facing an unholy army of demons and evil spirits. And before the end had come, she and her comrades had seen that evil defeated.

But then the ground beneath their feet opened up and swallowed them whole.

Time passed to the point where she began to believe that she had been out here for months, years even. The rational part of her brain knew that that was unlikely, but still, she couldn’t help but feel that way. She slipped in and out of it, not knowing what had happened exactly, but knowing that she was still in that very spot. She began to worry after a bit. Where were her friends? Why had the Slayers not yet recovered? They would be the first to do so. And there were so many of them now. Several of the Slayers had been with them with the ground fell, several had fallen with them. So where were they now? She hoped to the Goddess she wasn’t the only one left alive. She wouldn’t be able to handle that.

“Mani naa tanya?”

The voices began appearing about the tenth she regained some sort of consciousness. Her heart had soared upon hearing them and though she could still not manage to wake completely, she clung desperately to what clarity she had.

“Ed' i'ear ar' elenea!”

She didn’t hear the strangers approach, only hearing them when they dropped heavily down next to her. Warm hands pressed gently on her back, giving her a gentle shake.

“Mani naa tanya nat'?”

“Edan.”

She tried to speak, to make a sound somehow to let them know she was alive. She could only manage a low grunt, one she thought the strangers would not hear. But they did, and there was an outbreak of excited whispers. More questions where slung her way, but she couldn’t understand them one bit. Her mind was slowly slipping back into darkness, her body already exhausted from her minor efforts.

The hands turned her over, gently cupping her cheek and trailing down her neck, stopping here and there in places where she knew she had wounds.

“En!”

“Re naa neva gurtha!”

“Ron ilya naa.”

“Sut nir’ naa ba?”

“Ratse.”

“Kuila?”

“Nerte.”

She felt herself being moved. There were arms encircling her, bringing her broken and cold body up against a firm chest. Her head swung backwards lifelessly, her right arm drooping to the ground. The person carrying her rose, wrapping some warm cloth around her. She was jostled a bit as her rescuer began walking.

“Manke-”

“A’ Gondor.”

Their words were so foreign. She had never heard of a language like this. But her head was foggy; maybe she wasn’t hearing them right. There could any number of reasons for why she couldn’t understand those rescuing her; she just didn’t have the ability to think them over right now. Her mind was slowly drifting back into the darkness once more, and she was tired of fighting it. Goddess knew what would greet her when she woke next but she was far too injured to care.

And so Willow let herself fall into oblivion once more.

*****

A/N: Well, not much to go on, I’ll admit, but it gets interesting in the later parts. I promise, just have to bear with me.

Translations:

Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle-Don’t look for trouble, it will come to you.

Mani naa tanya?-What is it?

Ed' i'ear ar' elenea!-By the sea and stars!

Mani naa tanya nat'?-What is that thing?

Edan-Human

En-Look

Re naa neva gurtha!-She is near death!

Ron ilya naa-They all are

Sut nir’ naa ba?-How many are dead?

Ratse-Twelve

Kuila-Alive

Nerte-Nine

Manke-Where?

A’ Gondor- To Gondor

A/N2: All these translations came from the site : http://www.greycompany.org/Circle/language/phrase.htm#negative

I know they’re probably very bad and non-grammatical, but that’s the best I can do. Hope it’s not too much of a problem.
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