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This story is No. 2 in the series "Best And Promised Fate". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Buffy's changed quite a bit in the five years since Sunnydale's fall. Things are about to change even more as she walks through a rock formation called "Heaven's Gate" and discovers her mother's biggest secret.

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Lord of the Rings > Buffy-CenteredBeriaearwenFR1347,02374512,66123 Sep 096 Sep 10No

Best and Promised Fate: Through Heaven's Gate

Note (7April10): per a reader request, I will be adding the next parts to this story to make tracking easier. Now you can track the story and not the author. Hopefully it won't be so long between postings, but you never know.

Also, that little thing at the beginning is a PROPHESY detailing Buffy's birth & a little of what to expect from her life in Middle Earth. That means the Valar have been planning this since Elladan and Elrohir's birth. Because of that, they're willing to bend, break or rewrite the rules.

This is the second story in the "Best and Promised Fate" series. It will be going on a while since Buffy needs to get settled into Middle Earth. The first story is Joyce-centered and can be found here at TTH it's called "Best and Promised Fate: The Beginning Of Healing"

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: Here is Buffy canon. Here is Lord of the Rings canon. Here is an open window. See both canons go out the window? See the window shut and lock quickly so they can't get back in? Any questions?




Best And Promised Fate: Through Heaven's Gate
By Beriaearwen





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





Headed Toward a Battlefield - (Five years after Sunnydale's fall / on Arda, Year 2915 Third Age)


Buffy paused and looked around, taking a deep breath of the fresh, pollution-free air.

Five years ago Sunnydale had become a crater when they defeated the First

Afterward, she had taken Dawn with her to Rome where she helped set up the new Slayer and Watcher Council. Though the old council had been located in England, various surviving documents pointed to Rome being their main center of power.

A fairly forgettable dalliance with a man who called himself “The Immortal” had passed a few months while they settled in the ancient city. This also provided her with entre into the ‘right’ circles of power.

In addition to the work of setting up the new council, Buffy had given in to her little sister’s demands and gone back to college. Though she still enjoyed Psychology, her major had been chosen almost completely by chance. With the need of filling a history requirement, she had signed up for the only class left that fit her schedule, a history of small group and guerrilla tactics through the years.

The class played to her strength. She quickly discovered that she not only had used a number of the tactics in her years of slaying, and especially since all the slayers became active, but she showed an instinctive brilliance for such things. With the praise and encouragement of her professor, Buffy had switched her major. She took to her new major like a fish to water and, for the first time in memory, loved school.

That love of school increased even more when, on a summer trip to an ancient battlefield, she met Callum.

Though cute and definitely date-worthy, the two had become close friends. Cal now rivaled Xander for the title of closest male friend. It was he who, over the past few years, had taught Buffy about the joys of fieldwork, archeology, weapon-making and the outdoors.

The last thought made her chuckle. She still loved her malls, her shoes and all of her modern conveniences, but years dealing with the council, with school and everything else, had made the simple, less-complicated time she spent away from civilization a treasured retreat. Now, at the ripe young age of twenty-seven she had finally embraced her inner nature girl.

A smirk lifted one side of her lips as Buffy thought about her age. Dawn hated the fact that Buffy still looked to be twenty. It balanced out the whole height issue.

Reaching out, Buffy pushed aside a branch and allowed her free hand to finger her machete. She never went into the wilds without it, even if she wasn’t sure she’d need it. Of course, the time in the wild also allowed her to wear and practice with her sword. She always claimed she wore the sword opposite the machete to balance out the weight. Of course, the hunting knife, stake and boot-knife she wore in the wilds were a given. Those three she wore almost always. Walking around with a sword in civilization was not always wise, but in the wilds...

Her bright smile faltered slightly as she approached the next location on her trip to yet another long-forgotten battlefield. The rock formation, a natural arch, translated to “Heaven’s Gate” in English. Though truly beautiful and something she would normally love to see and study, Buffy found no comfort in it. Something about the formation made her incredibly uneasy, though not in the same way that her prey usually did. It almost felt as if there was a heavy anticipation in the area, as if the world waited for something.

Reaching up to adjust the strap on her backpack, her fingers brushed against her pin. She wrapped her fingers around the item and thought of her mother. Made of a metal unlike any she had ever seen, the waterfall spoke to her in a way no other piece of jewelry ever had. After her mother’s passing, it was the one item of jewelry she flat out refused to allow Dawn to have or even touch. In the depths of her soul she knew it belonged to her.

Shaking her head at her wandering thoughts, she caressed the pin one last time before resting her hand on the pommel of her sword, she stepped forward.

Buffy lifted her jaw and felt her muscles tense even as she tried to laugh at herself for her trepidation. After all, walking through a simple archway wouldn't change her world, right?

As she approached the arch, she focused on the other side of it, missing the slight glow that began to illuminate the rocks as she approached. That glow proved to be the only warning she received.

When she stepped under the arch, a bright light flashed and her world faded away.

She felt herself flying through nothing and everything.

She could hear voices speaking around her, see flashes of things that were, things that are and things to come. She could see worlds changing, growing, being birthed and dying.

Just as she thought she would lose her mind, a voice sounding much like her mother’s spoke. “The time has come to return, Buffy,” her mother said. “Close your eyes and I will show you who you are.”

“Mom?” Buffy breathed out, her heart clenching at the thought even as she obeyed the instruction.

Closing her eyes, images began to appear in her mind. Pictures of a different world, a different life, of her mother at a small house and of an injured man with long dark hair and pointed ears on the ground assaulted her. She watched and listened to the interaction, her mother dragging the man – elf – into the house and caring for his wounds, nurturing him and helping him heal. She saw the closeness grow between them and the palpable sorrow which bound them. The scenes faded for a second only to come back and show the man standing beside his horse. He removed something from his cloak and handed it to her mother, looking closer, Buffy recognized her pin.

The image faded once more and came back to a different scene centered on the house once more. Some sort of demon dragged her obviously pregnant mother out of the house, throwing her into the midst of a circle. Buffy saw her mother close her eyes and heard the prayer she uttered, the question asked, and the pledge given before her mother disappeared in a flash of light.

“The time has come to return you to our world,” Joyce/Alasse’s voice said. “Your father is still there and will find you. Your great-grandmother will be there to guide them and you. The Valar, the Powers That Be, have gifted you with the language skills you will need. You already have the fighting skills you need. In Arda, you will have a chance to have a full life in a way you never did on Earth. You won’t have to hide who you are and you aren’t the only Champion Of Light. Listen to your family and learn all you can. When you arrive, your true nature will show itself. You are an elf. But elves did not exist on earth, so that part of you has been suppressed all of these years and we were given human form. That will change when you arrive. Your name on Arda is Silacaladhiel. It means ‘shining light’. You were always my light in a strange world, Buffy. I love you. Your father knew me as Alasse.”

With those last words, Buffy felt her mother fade from her as a bright light seemed to flash in her mind, causing a small scream of pain to escape before she passed out.



Former Site of Joyce's House - Year 2915, Third Age

Elladan sat on his horse staring at the clearing, his mind remembering that day nearly four hundred years ago when, lost in their own sorrow and pain, he and Alasse had acted to comfort one another. When he left, he left his cloak pin as thanks and a promise to check in on her and make sure she remained unharmed, he left in friendship. Six months later, when he returned, she disappeared before his eyes, the house burned and his friend now lived as no more than a memory.

As he stared at the clearing, he noticed a small prick of light shine in the midst of it and grow larger. Before long, he had to close his eyes and turn away from the blinding light even as he tried to calm his skittish horse.

Just as the light became unbearable, he heard the sound of something falling to the ground before the light disappeared completely.

Slowly opening his eyes, he turned to look at the clearing. He gasped slightly in surprise at the small form crumpled on the ground.

Dismounting, he walked to the female and crouched down beside her. He took in the very strange clothes, the odd pack and the weapons. Though he had never seen such odd craftsmanship, he set aside his curiosity in order to render assistance to the woman.

After a quick scan to ensure there were no obvious injuries, he reached out to remove the pack so that he could help her turn over and rest more comfortably. As he slipped the first strap down her shoulder, his eyes grew wide as shock and he froze in place.

There, on the strap, sat the pin he had given to Alasse so many years ago. An item he thought never to see again.

With a shake of his head, his slightly shaking hands continued to remove the pack.

That done, he turned the young woman over and helped her to lay comfortably on the ground.

As he ran his hands over her arms and legs to ensure there were no broken bones, he heard a soft groan escape and moved to kneel by her head.

Taking his first good look at her face, Elladan could see the resemblance to the woman to whom he gifted the pin. Some of the young woman's hair shifted during the movement, revealing the delicately pointed ears of the Eldar. Another scan of her face showed him what he had missed the first time, evidence and traces of his own appearance in hers. He felt a thrum in his blood as he watched her, the same thrum he felt near any of his family. His eyes drifted to the pin once more and then back to the woman he now believed to be his daughter as her head turned slightly from side to side before her eyes fluttered open.

“Adar,” she breathed as her eyes drifted closed.

Something inside Elladan shuddered, shifted and resettled. In all of his years of life, never did he think he would be a father, yet, he knew she was his daughter, the product of the act of comfort between friends. Reaching out, he stroked his daughter’s cheek as feelings of protectiveness, devotion and love stirred within his heart.

Determining that she seemed to be sleeping now, he moved over to his horse and prepared to set up camp. They would stay here at least tonight to allow her to rest and him to find out as much as he could about her, about the situation before heading home.

Thoughts of home caused a flicker of fear to dance in his heart. How was he going to explain this to his father? What would his family have to say?

With a deep breath, he shook away those worries and decided to focus on the more immediate need, tending his daughter.


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