HANDS
Author: coulduseprozac or simon22cat depending on my mood
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?
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 Five
Honey, how old are you?
The sound of laughter reached Elronds ears long before the source reached him. The dark hair and the red hair of the two that everyone was waiting on came into view as Elrohir and Willow reached the top of the stairs. The Lady of Light went forward to greet her grandson and the wife of the Captain. "My dears, it is nice that you finally graced us with your presence." Kissing Willow on the forehead. "You tease your husband without mercy. It is most cruel of you."
"He deserved it. The big ole bossy pants."
" It was amusing to see his ears turn a very delightful shade of red. I have not seen that color on him since he was a small elfling and caught doing something he should not have been doing. His brothers are a different tale though."
"I think Haldir said something about his brothers being warg-born."
"Remind me to tell you one day how I sought my revenge against Celeborn after he had incurred my displeasure. It was much more amusing." With a small laugh Galadriel led Elrohir and Willow across the floor to where the others awaited.
As Willow made her way across the room, she could see another dark haired stranger standing in a small circle that included Haldir and Celeborn. The elf in question was tall and slender as was common with the race of the Fair Folk. An air of sadness surrounded him like a visible oppressive shroud. The sorrow of this elf was exactly the same that Elrohir himself carried. This could mean only one thing, this was the son-in-law of the Lord and Lady, and the father of Elrohir, her newly found friend.
"Oh my."
"Oppressive is it not? Celeborn and I have hope that this visit will do much to ease their hearts. My daughter would not have wanted her family to suffer so. Elrond fades a little each day with the passing of Celebrian. The only thing that keeps him here is his children and of course the part that is yet to be played in the future. There is still much left undone."
"Children? Elrohir and Arwen?"
"There is also another son, Elladan, whom you will meet tonight."
Watching the peach clad form of his wife making her way thru the crowd, Haldir could not but help to smile. "My lords, the missing have arrived." Waiting for Willow to reach his side, Haldir sipped on his wine. As she reached him, Haldir could feel her love for him wash over him.
"Well now, who is this creature?"
"Hir nin, allow me to present my wife, Willow of Sunnydale."
"Hiril nin." Elrond placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head in greeting.
"Willow, this Lord Elrond of Rivendell. He has traveled to Lorien with his sons Elladan and Elrohir. I can see that you are already familiar with this one." Haldir nodded his head in greeting to Elrohir.
"My lord, it is a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Sunnydale, that is an unusual sounding name. One that is not recognizable to me."
"Well my lord..."
" Please call me Elrond."
"Well Elrond, Sunnydale is an unusual place. Filled with all sorts of nasties."
A highly arched eyebrow was the response that Willow received from the Lord of Imladris.
"Nasties?"
"Ai! Do not get her started or we will never get to eat."
Peering over Haldir's shoulder, Willow spotted Rumil. "Remember that when you come knocking on my talan door the next time an orc sticks you with his blade or for some other trivial thing you might want, Rumil."
At the sound of Orophins laughter, Willow turned to face her other brother-in-law. "The same goes for you too mister." It did not take him long to be silent. Willow has always in the past been there whenever the two brothers needed her and both of the brothers were very fond of her.
"Come brother let us retire before wear out our welcome," a laughing Rumil said to his older sibling. "Lets take ourselves across the room to where a kinder heart may await us."
Watching the two walk away Elrond could not but help himself from laughing at the antics of the younger brothers of Haldir. "They remind me of my own sons before that dark day that took their mother away. Elladan and Elrohir use to be overfilled with mirth and now a shadow hangs over them."
"Give it time Elrond. All will be well in the end."
"I truly hope you are right Celeborn. I do not think Rivendell could suffer another loss such as that."
Glancing at Willow, who had moved away from the group, Elrond asked about her. "What of the Captain's wife? Not much was said about her on the journey to the city."
"Ah, most interesting. Is she not? A stranger to these lands the past seventy years."
"Seventy years you say? I must hear this tale."
"Willow," Celeborn asked of her, "Please come here for Elrond desires to hear your story."
Turning at the sound of Celeborns voice, Willow felt the room tip. "Whoa horsey."
Seeing her falter, Elrond took a few steps in her direction. Willow felt as if the room was trying to slip off the great mallorn. The last thing she remembered before everything went dark was looking up into Elronds eyes and thinking 'What sad puppy-dog eyes.'
Haldir sat beside Willow holding her hand. The sight of his beloved collapsing into Elronds arms was enough to scare a few years off of his long life. Praying to every god known to the Elven peoples and a few unknown, he waited for her to awaken. After a silent Elrond examined her, he allowed Celeborn and Galadriel into the room. Willow could hear voices talking above as she regained her senses. Trying to figure out how she became lying down when the last time she checked she was in a upright position, Willow listened quietly to the conversation going on around her.
"And then she said it was in a galaxy far, far away and a long time ago."
"What a strange tale she tells."
"Hey, she is right here."
At the sound of Willows voice all conversation stopped. Breathing a sigh of relief, Haldir lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckles of her hand. "Meleth nin, do not ever do that again. I felt my heart stop when you fainted."
"Fainted? I fainted? That is it, I know I am dying!"
A chuckle came from the corner of the room. As Elrond stepped further into the light he said, "No you are not dying. A few months will resolve your problem."
"Huh?", was the only intelligent thing Willow could think to say.
"Congratulations are in order. Haldir and you are to be parents."
"What?"
"Pregnant?"
"There is a elfling on its way," a laughing Galadriel reaffirmed the two dumbstruck parents to be. "We have known for a time and were waiting for you to figure it out for yourself Willow."
"An elfling? How did that happen?" Haldir was still trying to get his mind around this one.
"How did that happen? Honey, how old are you?", Willow asked of her bewildered husband. "I would think an elf of your age would have figured out by now where elflings come from."
"But, but elves only reproduce during a time of peace."
"I can think of at least one peaceful night in recent memory. It was peaceful all night long."
"But, but we did not agree to this."
"Haldir stop. You are not sounding very intelligent right at this moment. I don't know about you but I can remember thinking about having children that night. How about you?"
"Vaguely ..."
"Enough. Haldir take your wife home and put her to bed," a very amused Elrond commanded. "I will be along tomorrow to see how you are feeling. I would also like to hear the telling of your arrival to Arda."
"As will I little tree. I want to hear the tale of your arrival once again." Celeborn never tired of hearing Willows account of her arrival to Middle Earth.
Later that night as Willow was lying in bed, she still could not believe what Elrond had said to her. "Pregnant. I'm pregnant. I'm gonna be a mother. I don't think I can do this Haldir. My parents were never around, how am I suppose to know what to do with a small child? What if I turn all evil again? What if..."
"Shush, my love. All will be well."
"But..."
"No buts. Relax and go to sleep. We will think about this tomorrow." Haldir placed his hand over her eyes, sending her into sleep. Unknown to Willow, many of Haldir's thoughts ran like hers.
'A elfling. Sweet Eru. What to do?'
A/N: For some reason this chapter was hard to get started.
Hir nin-My lord
Hiril nin-My lady
Imladris-Rivendell
Meleth nin-My love
All translations where taken from the website