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Hands
By : simon22cat
Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Lord of the Rings
Views: 2565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
- HANDS
Author: simon22cat depending on my mood
E-mail: simon22cat@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Genre: Crossover BtVS/LoTR; Het Romance
Pairing: Willow/Haldir
Warnings: Nothing really naughty-mild language; mild sexual situations
Summary: Someone has wandering hands
Time: BtVS: after season 7; LoTR: The Third Age roughly 200 years after the capture of Celebrian making it about 300 years before the Ring War
Feed Back: Always welcomed
Spoilers: Season 7 BtVS
Disclaimer: All things from the BtVS belong to the Joss Whedon dynasty. All things from LoTR belong to the great J. R. R. Tolkien. No profit is made from this venture. I own nothing except any OC’s that might result of this. Most of this was written in the bathtub. So if it’s a little soggy, my bad.
Beta: Wasn’t that one of those little bitty VCR type things from the 80’s?~~**~~
Chapter Three: Sauron Himself is Leading the Way
Listening to the pre-dawn sounds of the city Willow watched as Haldir sat on the end of the bed and braided his hair into the warrior braids that many of the Galadhrim favored, knowing they kept his long silvery hair out of his face. Her gaze was drawn to his hands as they fastened the closures of his gray tunic. Hands that held such power, they could cause death to his enemies or give her much orgasmic pleasure. ’Much orgasmic pleasure. Good grief, I sound like Anya,’ Willow mused quietly to herself, ’Hmm, I haven't thought of Sunnydale and the Scoobies in a really long time. I wonder what brought that...’
“Meleth nin? What is going through that mind of yours this early in the morn? I can see you are thinking about something.” Haldir interrupting Willow’s mental rambling.
“I was thinking if I didn’t feel so icky I would drag you back to bed for a good-bye snuggle.”
“Just a ‘snuggle’? Are you sure that is all you want?” Haldir asked as he turned and edged his way back up the bed.
She giggled as he reached her and placed a kiss upon her mouth. Breathing in his scent that was so unique to him, wood and spice, Willow sighed, took another breath and then...
“Haldir, let me up.”
“What? I am,” as he kissed her again, “busy.”
“Let me up!”
Willow began to struggle against him trying to get him to release her. Only when her knee came a little too close to his elfhood did he release her. Watching her sky clad body race to the bathing chamber, Haldir rolled his eyes and followed her. Finding Willow once again bent over a chamber pot, heaving the contents of last night’s supper, he pulled her long red hair back from her face.
“I think I am dying. There can be no other explanation.”
“You are not dying, meleth nin. Tis no more then a ‘bug’as you called it the other night.”
“Well you try getting thru the morning without yucking it up.” Willow retorted before she rinsed her mouth.
“Ahh, but I am not the one who insisted on dancing in the rain the other evening, now am I?”
“Sometimes I hate you.” replied Willow as she shrugged on a robe covering her body from his gaze.
“No you do not.” Haldir watched as she made her way over to the table and sat down. Handing her a piece of lembas bread and a glass of water he instructed her to eat as he went to collect his weapons.
“Damn arrogant elf.” Willow mumbled as she took a bite of the sweet elvish waybread.
“I did hear that.”, came from across the room.
“Damn arrogant elf with his superior hearing. Must be those pointy ears. That's the only explanation. It has too be. Can’t ever sneak anything by him. Noo, not Mister I-hear-everything-with-my-sexy-pointy-ears.” Willow rambled on.
For the second time that morning Haldir rolled his eyes and did the one thing guaranteed to shut her up. He pulled her from her chair, ignoring her startled squeak, and soundly kissed her. Willow snaked an arm around his neck and ran her fingers thru his hair. Haldir moaned against her mouth, holding her closer as he deepened the kiss. Willow could feel the evidence of his affection pressing against her as he slowly traced a pattern upon her back with his nimble archer fingers.
Breaking the kiss, she gazed into his ocean blue eyes. “ Sneaky elf. You know I can’t think when you do that.”
“That is the plan.”
A knock upon the door of their talan interrupted anything further that might have been said or done. With a grumble of dissatisfaction , Haldir called out to whomever was at the door. “The fires of Mordor had better be raining down up Lothlorien and Sauron himself is leading the way. This better be important!”
“Mibo orch!”
Haldir stomped (well stomped for an elf) over to the door and wrenched it open. Any retort that was on his lips died as he saw who was at door.
“Rumil. Orophin. Should have known that it was the two of you.” Haldir flung over his shoulder as he made his way back into the main chamber of their dwelling.
“Mae govannen and good morning to you too brother. Did you forget that we have an appointment this morn?”
“Rumil, don’t tease your brother.” Willow gently admonished the younger brother. “You know how cranky he gets when his smoochies are interrupted.”
“We interrupted smoochies?”, came from an amused Orophin.
At that Haldir let out a growl and moved towards the door. Willow beat him there, shoving the two laughing brothers out the door.
“Are you sure you have to go to the fences this morning?”
“Yes, I cannot leave the arrival of Lord Elrond to my warg-born brothers.”
“ Is Lord Elrond that important?” asked Willow as she watched him place the long curved, wicked looking sword in its scabbard at his hip.
Fastening the buckles of the quiver across his chest , Haldir looked up at her and answered. “Yes, meleth nin, he is very important. Not only is he the Lord and Lady’s son-in-law but he is also a great Elf Lord in his own right.”
Shouldering the great curved bow of the Galadhrim, Haldir went to the door. “There will be a reception upon his arrival to the city. Plan on attending.”
Willow just arched an eyebrow at the high-handed remark. She stalked over to the door and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his mouth down for a kiss.
A strangled sound came from outside the talan.
“Ai! Stop that!”
“If you two continue we will never get to the border this day!”
Haldir shot his brothers an evil glare and kissed Willow upon the nose. “Do be good today.”
Hearing Willow mutter a few words Haldir felt a ghosting caress across his backside. “I’ll try. I think I will go bother Celeborn today. He has some new transcripts that the inner nerd in me is itching to get at.”
“Behave!”
~~**~~
After Willow had done her morning meditations, she dressed herself and made ready for her day. Leaving the talan ,Willow allowed her gaze to fall upon the city of the tree people; watching as the bustling city came to life under the weak morning sun. Noticing Lord Celeborn strolling on the walkways, Willow made her way to him.
“Mae govannen, Celeborn.”
“Well met, too you, little tree. I trust all is well this morning.”
Willow nodded her head in agreement and then asked about the recently arrived transcripts. She hurried off after Celeborn gave his approval for her use of his library. Standing on the walkway, watching Haldir’s wife rush off, Celeborn cocked his head, the only one able too hear his wife, Galadriel. “No we should not tell them. Let it be a surprise.”
~~**~~
Several hours after the weak morning sun gave way to a cloudy rain filled afternoon; Willow was deep into reading the secrets of lembas baking when she received her summons to the Great Hall in the main talan. The Rivendell party had arrived.
*meleth nin-my love
mibo orch!-go kiss an orc!
mae govannen-well met
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