HANDS
Author: coulduseprozac or simon22cat depending on my mood
Rating: PG-13 maybe 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
Feedback: Always welcome
Disclaimer: All things from BtVS belong to the Joss Whedon dynasty. All things LoTR belong to the great J. R. R. Tolkien. No profit is made from this venture. I own nothing except an 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 VCR type things from the 80's?
Additional Disclaimer: Most of this was written under the influence of sinus/cold medication. So if it is a little off let's blame the NyQuil.
Chapter Four
Pay Attention to the Conversation
Several hours after the weak morning sun gave way to a rain filled afternoon, Willow was deep into the secrets of lembas baking. 'That's just gross, where do they find something like that? Come on they are the Eldar. Ya think they could find something other then...,' Willow's mental ramblings where disturbed by a knock upon the library door. She raised her head from the transcript she was reading to see who was at the door.
Tolorn, a member of the Lady's Guard, held a missive in his hand. Placing a hand over his heart and bowing his head in greeting, "Hiril nin, greetings. Captain Haldir sends his request for your presence within the hour at the top of the main mallorn."
Watching the tall slender guard for a few moments, Willow snorted and held out her hand. "Pish, Tolorn you know as well as I do that my husband wasn't that polite about it."
"True, my lady. But at least it did sound nicer the way I phrased it," was the laughing answer. Placing Haldir's note in her hand, Tolorn bowed his head once again and turned to leave.
"Why that arrogant, good-for-nothing, sneaky elf," fumed Willow as she read the hastily scrawled note.
Willow,
Be at the main mallorn within the hour.
Green dress.
Wear something nice.
H.
"Green dress! Why the nerve of him! He knows how much I hate it when he goes all Mister Marchwarden bossy pants on me!" Willow could be heard grumbling to herself as she passed Tolorn on the walkway.
'I do not envy the Captain when she catches up with him,' thought the Guard as the red headed whirlwind swept by him.
An hour later a peach clad Willow sat in front of her mirror putting the finishing touches to her hair. Several gowns, all green were laid out on the bed behind her. Thinking one more time of Haldir's note she sent her husband a mental poke to his arrogant behind. 'There. That will give him something to think about.'
Haldir had raised his wine goblet to his mouth when he felt Willow's mental jab. It was quite forceful, he nearly dropped his drink.
"Marchwarden are you unwell?" Asked Lord Elrond.
"No, it is just my wife and her displeasure with the note I sent her."
Haldir allowing his mind to contact Willow, could feel her emotions swirling near the surface. 'Peace my love. Think nothing of the note. I just wanted to repay you for that caress this morning. I have thought of nothing else all day long,' Haldir sent towards her.
'Hrmp.' Was the only reply he received from her, along with another ghosting caress to his backside, this one much more erotic then the last. He could fell her warm hands running over his body, wreaking havoc with his self-control.
'Willooow, stop that.' Haldir was having a hard time paying attention to what was going on around him as he felt another teasing touch. His wife's not so gentle teasing was causing blood to rush to an area on his body that he would rather not think about at this time. Particularly since right at this moment his was trying to pay attention to the conversation between Lady Galadriel and Elrond.
"Haldir."
"Haldir."
He could feel the tips of ears turning red, feeling caught like an elfling doing something naughty, at the sound of the Lady's voice. Tugging on his tunic to smooth out an imaginary wrinkle, Haldir turned his attention back to the conversation going on around him.
"Yes, my lady?"
Haldir could hear Willow laughing as she mentally pulled away,leaving him in peace.
"Brother do no tarry. Grandmother desires our presence this evening." Elrohir called out to his brothers retreating form. A raised hand in acknowledgment was all that Elrohir received from his twin.
After spending an hour in conversation with Tolorn, Elladan made his way to the main mallorn where members of his family awaited at the top. Before mounting the steps he placed a hand upon the great gray tree trunk and whispered a greeting to the spirit of the massive tree. As one of the Fair Folk, Elladan was in harmony with his surroundings; able to hear the silent language of the forest. After reaching the half way mark, he came upon a slight red-haired figure, attempting to catch her breath.
"Whew, I really need to cut back on the lembas either that or my dress has shrunk." Willow said out loud, squinting at the setting sun, which had came out after the rain had ended. Less then a month ago she had made the long climb to the top with little effort and now she felt as if she had just ran through the Sunnydale Cemetery with the minions of the Master chasing after her.
Drawing in a deep breath she started to climb when a hand upon her arm stopped her.
"Hiril nin, a niron i dulu nin?" was asked by the dark haired Peredhil.
"What?" Willow asked as she turned to face the one who spoke. "Yes, I mean help would be of the nice. Seems that everything is spinning around. Just wait till I get my hands on that arrogant, pointy-eared elf. It's his fault I am late. Green dress indeed. That bossy pants. I' going to..."
She was interrupted by a short bark of laughter. Willow raised an eyebrow and looked at the dark haired stranger. "I don't believe I know you, do I?" She had yet to see an elf in Lorien with hair the color of his, most of the elves in the Golden Wood where of lighter coloring, with either golden or silvery tresses.
"Goheno nin, I am Elladan of Rivendell. You must be Willow, the wife of Haldir. I have already heard a great deal about you."
"Yup, that would be me. Elladan of Rivendell, I hope that all you heard about me was good cause if it wasn't then it is probably not the truth." she replied with a smile.
"I assure you everything Rumil and Orophin had to say was 'good'." Offering her his arm, Elladan asked, "Would you care to continue?"
Placing her hand on his arm, Willow nodded her head in agreement as they started up the stairs, continuing their journey.
"Rumil and Orophin you say? I would not trust those two for a second." was all Willow had to say about her mischievous brother-in-laws.
A/N: Friday nightpuppytelephone wire=Telephone company will not be out until Tuesday between 9:00 and 11:00am to fix said chewed wires=no internet service until then. Ugghh!
A big BIG thank you to my friend Flowie for letting my use her computer to post this piece.
Again thank you to everyone who is reading this, it just tickles me pink to know that others are reading this.
mallorn tree-huge trees of Lothlorien Hiril nin-My lady Hiril nin, a niron i dulu nin?-My lady, do you want my help?
Goheno nin-Forgive me