Prologue

Title: Angels Do Burn

Author: eena_angel2001

Email: eena_angel@hotmail.com or igrewal@sfu.ca

Rating: PG-13

Category: BTVS/LOTR

Pairing: Willow/Aragorn

Spoilers: Two Towers Movie. End of Season Five for BTVS.

Summary: Response to Malana's Challenge, Willow makes a minor
miscalculation . . .

Original Challenge:

I've seen Two Towers 3 times already and am absolutly in love with it.
It has gotten me reinterested in LOTR crossovers. Since I'm already
slow in writing my BtVS/West Wing crossover, I don't want to attempt
another fic write now. So I'm hoping someone will write this for me.

Rule 1. Must be a Willow'/Aragorn pairing. Now I know that Aragorn has
Arwen. But I really want to see him with Wills in a story. You can
either pretend the Aragorn/Arwen pairing never happened, or you can
find
a way to work around it.

Really as long as it's that pairng I don't care about anything else.
But
here are some more guidelines if people want to follow them.

1. Willow messes up a spell and is sent into middle earth. This can
happen either durning the first book, or the second. If the first
Willow becomes close friends with Boromir, and is devestated when he
dies. If it happens in the Two Towers, she must be a part of the
Aragorn/Legolas/Gimli story line.

2. Willow and Aragorn get off to a bad start. Aragorn doesn't trust
Willow.

3. Willow does have magic ability, but please don't make her out to be
more powerful than gandalf.

4. The group helps teach Willow how to fight.

Hope someone does this pairing.

Thanks,
Malana

Prologue

"Maybe we shouldn't do this."

She rolled her eyes, gritting her teeth to stop herself from yelling
at her companion. Instead, she went still, counting down from ten in
her head before turning to her companion.

"We have to do this," she reminded him. "We have to bring her back."

"That's not the problem," he sputtered. "It's just, should we be
messing with forces like this? Willow, that price the spell
mentions, we don't even know what it is."

"The price is kind of secondary to everything else," Willow returned,
sighing as she looked up at the night's sky. "We have to do this
Xander. The Hellmouth is in chaos. The Council can't keep all the
demons at bay and getting Faith out of prison is taking too long. If
we don't bring her back now, there might be nothing left to save."
Xander gave a sigh of his own, falling back on his heels and looking
back towards the town of Sunnydale. He could see the dark houses,
people holed up in fear of the evils taken to the street after
Buffy's death.

"We have to do this," he admitted in defeat. "I'd just feel better
knowing what the price was."

"I don't care," Willow stated firmly. "We need to do whatever it
takes. This place isn't going to last that much longer. We need
Buffy, we need the Slayer."

"Agreed," Xander mumbled, hanging his head as he reached for objects
of the ritual. Silently, the two went about their business, pouring
sand, drawing circles on the ground, and smearing their faces in
ritual paint.

"This brings Buffy back, right?" Xander asked suddenly. "Not some
weird zombie type Buffy?"

"The actual Buffy," Willow affirmed. "Flesh and blood, alive and
well."

"Okay," he nodded to himself absently, settling down on the floor
next to his friend. "Let's do this. Before I change my mind again."

"It'll be okay," Willow assured him. "I translated this along with
Giles. We're pretty sure this is right."

"Pretty sure?" Xander repeated in alarm. "Willow, you better be damn
sure! I don't want us accidentally raising the wrong body."

"It'll be Buffy," she assured him quickly. "That part is clear.
Again, just the price part of it. We offer up the price, I'm pretty
sure the words are right."

"Again with the pretty sure instead of the certain," Xander shook his
head, tossing his friend a reprimanding frown.

"If you turn me into something unnatural, I'm never forgiving you."

"There is no transformation in the spell," she assured him. "That
will not, probably not, most likely won't happen."

"Wills," Xander sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. "Just stop talking
and do the mojo. I'm about ready to bolt."

Willow tossed her friend a wry smile, one that he missed with his
eyes closed. The redhead took in a deep breath, trying to gain some
calm as she looked over the spell once more. Very slowly, she began
reciting the words, voice steady and in focus.

Her eyes floated over to the grave in front of them every now and
then, noting the lights that began appearing. She nodded to herself
slowly as Xander reached for her hands, reciting the part she had
made him memorize. The lights continue to grow around the grave, a
wind picking up around them.

She took over the rest of it, shouting the words to be heard over the
gale. Her eyes went to the grave as she spoke, seeing the lights
take form on the grave. The outline of a body could be seen, growing
in definition until she could see it was a female form. The
definition grew, long blonde hair appearing on the female's head.

Tears pricked her eyes when she saw Buffy's body define fully and
materialize in front of them. The spell was stopped, Willow waiting
with bated breath as the figure stirred.

"Holy shit," came the whisper from Xander. "We did it."

Buffy opened her eyes, looking around her in confusion. Her eyes
fell on her friends and the Slayer opened her mouth.

"Willow? Xander? What happened-"

Willow wanted to reply, lights flashing around her suddenly. She
shrieked when she felt a pulling, hearing Xander's shout joining her
own. Buffy was becoming alarmed, but Willow saw nothing more as
blackness descended and the ground disappeared before her feet.

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