Best and Promised Fate: Unclaimed Heart
Disclaimer: The characters of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” belong to J. Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. “Lord of the Rings” belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien. Both are used here without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning reminder: there is no such thing as canon in this story. Basic truths, principles and cornerstones of the universes may and will be changed to suit MY needs. If you want to nit-pick, or can't stand stories that are not 100% accurate with regard to the worlds they are using – stop reading now.~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
From the elder of the same
And mother elf lost in flame
Ere darkness steals across the land
And all the people make a stand
She shall return through heaven’s gate
To reach her best and promised fate
When hope falters and darkness soars
She will purpose to friends restore
And should light triumph in the end
Peace and joy shall reign again
But should her heart remain unclaimed
Darkness will a foothold gain
-- Prophecy of Alleran the Wise - Year130 Third Age – sent to Galadriel upon the birth of Elladan and Elrohir
Buffy stopped and turned back toward the camp she and her father made. So far things had been going really well. Or, at least, better than she expected.
She could still feel the tension inside as she waited for Elladan to abandon her. She knew it wasn't fair of her to think that way, especially since she'd come from another world and knew so little of Elvin culture, but her experiences in the past taught her that, eventually, her father wouldn't want her around any more – just like Hank and Giles.
Still, her age – though young by elf years – and experience had also given her some perspective and patience. She knew there would be misunderstandings, hurt feelings and communication issues, but she also knew they would have to work through them if they were going to be a family. Especially given that they were immortal.
A shudder passed through her at that thought. For so many years she woke up every morning wondering if she would see the next day. Eventually, she began to look forward to seeing the next year. Now, if what she understood from her father was correct, she had to deal with centuries, eons and millennium. Such thoughts were beyond her comprehension right now. As her father pointed out, she just needed to stop thinking about time like a human.
That had been another eye opener. Learning the differences between the eldar and humans. It did explain a number of things she'd noticed back on Earth, especially the differences between her and the other slayers, but it was a lot to absorb. Though she knew he held a lot back, her father had been filling her in on their family, the political situation and some of the history of her new home. Buffy could feel her perspective changing, growing and wondered how it would affect her in the future.
One thing she and her father agreed wholeheartedly upon, and something Elladan assured her her uncle believed as well, was the destruction of orcs. They had been traveling for only two days when they met their first band of orcs.~*~*~*~*~ Two Days After Buffy's Arrival ~*~*~*~*~
There were ten of the vile creatures in the group. Buffy didn't know what they were, but her spider sense screamed “evil”. She knew what to do when that happened – slay the creatures so she could have peace once more.
Initially her father wanted her to stay out of danger, but Buffy wasn't having any of that.
Drawing her sword, she charged at a group of three standing together to one side of their camp.
The element of surprise allowed her to slay two orcs before the third had a chance to draw his sword. Unfortunately for the orc, his sword proved no deterrent to a slayer on a mission.
After ensuring all ten were slain, Buffy stopped, closed her eyes and stretched her arms above her head. It felt good to slay something again. Opening her eyes, she immediately saw the contemplative look on her father's face and offered a bright smile in return. “It's been a while since I could kill any nasties,” she explained with a shrug before moving toward her pack to retrieve a rag with which to clean her sword.
“I see. Perhaps it is time you told me more of your world.”
Buffy wrinkled her nose. She hadn't been sure how to bring up being the slayer or the things that happened because of it. Still, she knew she would have to tell him eventually. Feeling him approach, she turned to face him, surprised by the serenity she read there.
Placing a hand on her shoulder Elladan share his thoughts. “It is a great relief to my heart and mind to know you can protect yourself so well. I am also aware that such skill comes at a price, one you have obviously paid. I can not judge you for it, not when your skill could keep you from your grandmother's fate.”
Tension slipped out of her at his words and she couldn't help but offer a brilliant smile. Apparently one of the things she worried about driving him away had, in fact, only drawn him closer. Her heart seemed to swell with hope and love.
As she approached the camp, she stopped, sensing someone else there with her father. Shifting slightly, she made herself ready just in case this someone proved to be a threat, though he or she certainly didn't feel like one.
Pausing just outside of camp, Buffy moved a branch aside and peered into the clearing. She just barely managed to stifle a gasp of shock. Sitting by the fire with her father was an exact image. She knew this must be his twin and the uncle he told her about – Elrohir.
Her surprise froze her and it took her a moment to clear her mind. When she did finally regain her senses, their conversation froze her before she could move.
“I can't believe you agreed to such a thing!” Elrohir hissed at his brother.
Elladan sighed, closed his eyes and shook his head. “I never agreed to create a child. I certainly never felt her Sila's life begin.”
“But that can not be! You must be wrong.”
“I am not wrong,” Elladan insisted, his body rigid and his voice cold. “Silacaladhiel is my daughter. I don't care if there are some anomalies regarding her birth. She is a blessing from the Valar and I will not turn my back on her.”
Elrohir held up his hands in surrender before gently placing one on his brother's arm. “Brother, I am not asking you to give her up. I am shocked and I don't understand. It's difficult to imagine you a father. I certainly can't imagine myself one.”
Elladan relaxed and smiled slightly. “I have much practice with little ones after so many years of chasing after and caring for you,” he teased. Dodging the slap his brother sent in his direction. His face grew serious once more. “I never thought of having children, especially given the life we live and how we live it, but when I saw her lying there, when I saw my pin and she called me Ada... Something changed inside me. Something was made right and whole.”
Elrohir studied his brother's face and then sighed before nodding his acceptance. “All of this suddenly makes sense of Grandmother's message.”
“And what message is that?”
“Meet your brother and bring all your kin to the Golden Wood. We have much to discuss.”
A sigh escaped Elladan and his shoulders slumped. Such a summons from his Grandmother rarely led to anything good. “We will leave in the morning. Now, are you ready to meet your niece?” When he received a positive response, without raising his voice Elladan called, “You can come out now and greet your uncle, Sila.”
Buffy made sure to rustle the leaves as she came out from her hiding place, a sheepish look on her face. In truth, the conversation she heard reassured her as little else could do. Her father would stand by her, did stand by her, even against his twin. “Busted,” she admitted.
An exasperated smile appeared on her father's face as he held out one hand to her. “Come and meet your uncle, little one.” He just grinned at the glare she shot him.
Standing next to her father, Buffy smiled at the elf across from her and nodded her head in greeting. Her eyes studied him closely, picking out the minute differences between them in order to help her tell them apart. “So your the one who always gets my father into trouble,” she said with a perfectly straight face.
Elrohir's eyes widened at the accusation and his mouth dropped open momentarily before he noticed the twinkle in his niece's eyes and the slight lifting of the corners of her mouth. He let out a bark of laughter and smiled at his niece. “He is the elder of us, so therefore everything I learned I must have learned from him.”
This statement brought a sound of protest from Elladan.
Buffy just grinned at her uncle. “I look forward to hearing many tales of the things he taught you.”