Hands

Rating: PG-13 maybe R

Genre: Crossover BtVS/LoTR; Het Romance

Pairing: Willow/Haldir

Warnings: Nothing really naughty

Summary: Someone has wandering hands

Time: After Season 7 for BtVS. LoTR any time

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 ONE

How Does the Talan Stay in the Tree?

No matter what she wore to bed or what position she laid in, Willow always found herself in Haldir's arms. Naked. With his hands somewhere on her person. Usually those hands were doing something very naughty, like right now.

Willow moaned in her sleep as Haldir's hands slid further over her body. The one hand that was cupping her breast moved to give the same attention to the other one. As the hand that was not too busy wandered further down her body, Willow awoke with a gasp, "Stop that."

"Hum?", was the only reply she got out of him.

"You do know that your sneaky hands are the reason we are in the current condition we are in right now?", asked Willow as she turned her very pregnant body over to look at her husband.

"But meleth nin, was it not fun getting there?", an amused Haldir asked.

Willow thinking back to that one night of many spent in passion with her silver haired lover, "That part was definitely way fun but I would have to say the rest has not been a picnic." She was silent for a moment, "I think I gacked on poor Elladan at least three times before he learned to keep his distance. And fainting on Elrond during that time when they came to Lorien, that was really fun."

Haldir could feel a eye roll coming on as she continued, " Let's not forget to mention the weight gain. I feel like a beached whale, how does the talan stay in the tree?", Willow ended with a sob.

Chuckling softly he kissed her forehead, "Do not worry about the talan it is not going anywhere. It is very secure." At her noise of protest Haldir shushed her, "Go to sleep my Red-Witch. You need your strength; our son will soon be born."

"Daughter."

"Son."

"Daughter."

"Go to sleep!"

An hour later listening to the red haired witch sleeping, Haldir let his thoughts wander remembering the day they found out they where to be parents. Lord Elrond of Imladris and his twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, were coming to Caras Gladhon for a rare visit. Haldir had gone to the fences along with his brothers Orophin and Rumil to meet the party from Rivendell.

"Brother you are quiet this morn.", came from Orophin, "Surely there is nothing amiss in your little love talan?"

"Maybe he just misses his Willow-tree.", came from Rumil.

Haldir grunted.

"Very surly this morning.", said Orophin.

Silence meet that remark and then, "Willow has been ill the last few mornings. The smell of food or even the smell of the flowers makes her violently ill." Haldir let out a frustrated sigh before continuing, "She has not been able to eat anything other then water and lembas bread. I worry greatly for her."

Rumil, ever helpful, "Have faith brother, for one of the greatest healers in all of Arda travels to Lothlorien this very day. If there is anything wrong with her then surely Lord Elrond will be able to heal her."

meleth nin-my love

Any translations were taken from the Council of Elrond site