HANDS
Author: coulduseprozac or simon22cat depending on my mood
Rating: R
Genre: Crossover BtVS/LoTR; Het Romance
Pairing: Willow/Haldir
Warnings: NAUGHTY HANDS WARNING
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 Six
From Beneath You, It Devours
Haldir was dreaming of small elflings with red hair and blue eyes. First, one became two, and then two became four, and four became eight, and so on. Soon the little ones overran the dreamscape; shrieking and wreaking havoc to everything they touched. The mirror of the Lady drained and overturned. The library Celeborn was so proud of going up in flame. Talans knocked out of the mallorn trees. His beloved bow unstrung and broken into pieces. Orophin and Rumil tied together by their knotted hair. The smallest of the hellions leading an Orc army thru the heart of the city. 'Sweet Eru. I did this,' was the only thing his horrified mind could think of. The dream continued to get worse, each image produced more horrendous then the last. Until finally Willow appeared and with a wave of her hand, she banished the redheaded demons from his dreams, sending them away. Hopefully somewhere more fitting for them, like Mordor. 'No. Wait. That would be a bad idea. Would not want to give Sauron any ideas...' With a silent indrawn breath, Haldir awoke from his dream. As his eyes refocused Haldir became aware of Willow running her hands over his body. Everywhere. For one so slight she had an impressive reach. The tips of his ears tingled as she ran a fingernail over the edge of a sensitive ear. A finger drawn over his lips. A gentle caressing stroke to his chest. A light whispery touch to his nipple. The hand wandered further down his chest, joined by the other hand. Down the questing hands went until stopped by the ties on his sleeping pants. Sliding her hands under the waistband, Willow reached her prize. Setting a lazy rhythm, Willow stroked him, continuing what she had started the previous night when he had been in the company of the Lady.
"Meleth nin, stop before you get something started you cannot finish."
"What do you mean something I can't finish? Do you know something I don't?"
With a low growl Haldir rolled, pulling Willow under him. Settling between her thighs, his arousal coming to rest at the juncture of her legs, Haldir moved against her. The resulting moan of pleasure that came from his wife was like the sweetest music to his ears, causing him to become harder then he thought possible. Glancing at the rising sun he asked, "Do you realize the morning sun has started its journey through the sky? Remember that Lord Elrond and Celeborn are coming this morning for a visit?"
With a few words mumbled under her breath, Haldir suddenly found their positions reversed, with Willow straddling his body. "Do I care that the sun has risen? Celeborn and Elrond can wait." Another spell whispered found Haldir without clothing as Willow settled herself more firmly over his body. Continuing her gentle teasing, Willow kissed and nibbled her way back up to his mouth, stopping long enough to ask if he had finally figured out where elflings came from.
"Aye," was the moaned answer. After that the only sounds coming from the bedchamber where breathy moans and whispered sounds of pleasure as the two lovers welcomed the morning.
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Later that morning as Willow was finishing dressing there was a knock on the talan door. She heard Haldir greet whoever was at the door and as he invited them in she could fell the presence of the two ancient souls. Stepping through the doorway with a silly grin plastered on her face, Willow entered the living area and greeted her guests.
"Suilad this fine morning, my lords."
"Mae govannen, little tree."
"Good morning Willow. How are you feeling this morn? Any sickness?"
At that innocent question Willow could feel her face turn red, embarrassed beyond belief. But that did not stop her from sticking her foot in it. She could not help herself, with a quick glance at her husband, Willow opened her mouth and said, "I feel great. No sickness today for me. Nope. None. Nadda. I think Haldir and I came up with a pretty good solution. I didn't even think about getting sick. Nope, that was the farthest thing from my mind."
With each sentence one of the Rivendell lords impressive eyebrows rose higher on his forehead. Willow had a mental image of Elronds eyebrows leaping off his face and chasing her around the room. She could not help herself, the insane giggle building in her irrupted when Elrond asked the question.
"Pray, tell me what solution that might be."
Sending a blushing Willow away for refreshments before she could say any more, Haldir hastily said, "The solution is of a more private nature Lord Elrond."
It took a moment for the meaning to set in but once it did Elrond himself was lightly blushing. Celeborn lightheartedly clapped his son-in-law on the back. "Did not expect that one, did you Elrond? You cannot tell me that you yourself could not have come up with a better solution then that."
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'Why didn't I just say I attacked my husband and rode him like a pony? Like that would have been so much better.' was the thoughts that went through the mind of the redhead as she returned with refreshments. The scene that greeted her was very odd. Celeborn had tears in his eyes, almost as if he had been laughing hysterically and Elrond was kind of... pink in the face? Willow sat the tray down she was carrying and walked over to Haldir. "Honey are you ok? You look a little peaked."
"Do not ask. You do not want to know."
Willow deciding she had embarrassed herself for one day let the matter drop. Setting out the steaming cups of tea she looked at Elrond and raised an eyebrow. "Was there something you wanted to ask me?" she asked of the Elven-Lord.
"Celeborn told me last night that you have been here for seventy years. I would like to hear your tale."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything, from the beginning if possible."
"From the beginning. Where to start?" Anything else that she might have said was interrupted by a knock at the door. Rising to answer the door Willow was surprised to see Elrohir. "Good morning. What brings you here Elrohir?"
"You are mistaken hiril nin", said the dark haired visitor, "for I am not Elrohir but Elladan."
"Huh?"
A laughing Elrohir stepped around his brother into the room. "Good morning fair Willow. We wanted to see how you are and to hear your tale. And to rescue you from these three if the need be."
Twins! Willow looked the both of them over unable to discern any differences. They were impossible to tell apart, right down to the last strand of hair. At the sight of the identical handsome faces and dark hair, Willow was beginning to feel very sorry that she was married. Oh, and pregnant too. 'What I could do with a jar of chocolate sauce and some ice cream. Mmm, ice cream. I wonder if they even have ice cream in Middle Earth. I should ask Celeborn, he is known as the wise after all.' Willow's ode to ice cream was interrupted as she followed the brothers into the living area and they were greeted by the others. Seeing the dreamy look on the face of his wife, Haldir merely rolled his eyes and mentioned for Willow to sit next to him. As everyone settled back in Elrond motioned for Willow to continue.
Willow took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts for a moment and then started to speak. "The place I came from is called Sunnydale. The Hellmouth. And it is guarded by a Slayer."
"Slayer?" was the question asked by one of the brothers. "We know Glorfindel, he is a slayer of Balrogs."
"No Elladan, not that kind of slayer but I would not doubt that Buffy could slay a Balrog. A Slayer is the one girl in all of the world with the strength and power to fight the forces of evil. As Giles always told us 'In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.' But Buffy was not alone. Along with Xander and myself, Buffy had friends. She called me her 'Big Gun' at one time. Along with Buffy and her Watcher, Giles, we helped to guard the Hellmouth."
Taking a sip of her tea, Willow gazed at her audience before continuing. "The Hellmouth is exactly what it sounds like, a doorway to Hell. The mystical energies converge there drawing to it vampires, demons, and every sort of nasty thing possible. There was an apocalypse at least once a week. Then one day the First knocked on the door wanting in. Buffy and the Scoobies saved the world many times over but this time we were fighting a fight we didn't know if we could win."
At that point Elrond broke into the conversation asking, "The First?"
"Yes the First. 'From beneath you, it devours.' The origin of all evil known to man and it was coming to take over the world. It started out by trying to kill all of the potential Slayers, meaning to end the line of the Slayer, for when one dies another is called. We attempted to gather as many of the girls as possible before the Bringers could find them. We brought the ones we could find to Buffy's house in Sunnydale and for a while we called it Slayer Central. Try living in house of hyperactive teenage girls. Not fun. By then Faith, another Slayer, had joined us."
With a look of confusion on his face, Elrohir asked, "Another Slayer? I thought you said Buffy was the Chosen One."
"She was but Faith being called was the result of the first time Buffy died."
"First time she died? How many times did she die?"
"Several times. Just couldn't keep that girl down. Shortly after Buffy came to Sunnydale she died for a few minutes. But that was all it took for Kendra to be called. After Kendra was killed Faith was called and ever since then there has been two Slayers. The second time Buffy died we should have left her dead but I could not do that, so four months after her death I returned her to life. This disturbance in the balance of things is what allowed the First to become so powerful. And we were paying for it. All looked hopeless until we finally got a break."
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She had found the scythe. Buffy had found the mystical weapon of the Slayer. Part axe, part scythe, part stake this weapon was hers alone. Only a Slayer could wield it. And they were going to use it to defeat the First. They were going to win, Buffy just knew deep down in heart. Finding the pagan temple with the old Guardian had boosted her spirits but also that could be contributed to the death of Caleb, the right hand man of the First. Even after Caleb had killed the Guardian, Buffy knew the time was right, the end was near. For Caleb that was. Angel was there and he brought Buffy a gift. He pulled a large silver amulet with a crystal center from his pocket and handed it to Buffy.
"I can already tell you, I have nothing that goes with that.
"It's not for you."
"Splainy?"
Angel smiled before answering, "I don't know everything. It's very powerful and probably dangerous. It has a purifying power...cleansing power...possibly scrubbing bubbles. The translation is ...anyway, it bestows strength to the right person who wears it."
"And the right person is?"
"Someone ensouled but stronger than human. A champion. As in me.
"Or me."
Angel quick to answer. "No. I don't know nearly enough about this to risk you wearing it. Besides you've got that really cool axe-thing going for you."
They continued to talk for several more minutes before Buffy sent Angel on his way, telling him that she needed a second front. Because if they lost it would only a matter of days, possibly hours before the rest of the world was overtaken. She needed to know that someone else would be out there to take up the fight if they failed. After watching Angel walk away from her again, Buffy returned home to find Willow and Giles sitting at the dinning room table researching, looking for an answer on how they are going to survive what was coming. Willow asked the Slayer if she found out anything about the scythe. The answer Buffy gave her was kinda icky. "It slices, dices and makes julienne preacher."
"Caleb?" Giles questioned her.
"I cut him in half."
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"She cut him in half?" a shocked Elladan asked Willow, unable to believe the strength of this woman she was telling about.
"Hey, the one girl in the world with the strength to fight the forces of evil. Caleb was beyond evil, he got what was coming to him."
"What of the amulet?" Elrohir asked.
"It was given to Spike, a vampire with a soul. The only other one with the strength to wear it. Even if it would cost him his life."
"Even with this powerful medallion that was not enough to win. Was it?" Elrond asked of Willow.
"No. It was not. Buffy came up with a plan. A plan that went beyond anything I'd ever done. I feared a total loss of control, fearing that the spell would take me to the darkest place that I had ever been to...and to what was beyond that."
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Buffy assembled the 'canon fodder' as Anya called them in the front room. This was too important for the S.I.T.'s to not make a decision, a decision that would change the course of their lives and others across the globe forever. Buffy addressed the group. "This is about choices. I believe we can beat this evil. Not when it comes. Not when its army is ready. Now. Tomorrow morning I'm opening the Seal. I'm going down into the Hellmouth and I'm finishing this once and for all. Right now you're asking yourselves what makes this different. 'What makes us anything more then a bunch of girls being picked off one by one.' It's true, none you have the power that Faith and I do. So here's the part where you make a choice. What if could have that power...now? In every generation one Slayer is born because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago made up that rule. They were powerful men." Stopping Buffy pointed at Willow, who gave a nervous wave to the group. "This woman is more powerful then all of them combined. So I say we change the rule. I say my power should be our power. Tomorrow, Willow will use the essence of the scythe to change our destiny. From now on, every girl in the world who might be a Slayer, will be a Slayer. Every girl who could have the power, will have the power. Slayers...every one of us. Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?"
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"Did they make the right choice, the choice to change their destiny?" Celeborn asked even though he had heard this story before. No matter how many times he heard this, Celeborn enjoyed hearing the tale.
"Celeborn," Willow said, "I kinda of think ya already know the answer. Now the next morning..."
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The next morning the group made their way to the high school, where the Seal to the Hellmouth was located. As they walked through the school Principal Wood made his speech. "Welcome to Sunnydale High. There's no running in the halls, no yelling, no gum chewing. Apart from that, there's only one rule: if they move, kill them."
Buffy joined Wood at the front of the group and told the potentials to follow Faith and Spike to the basement. Willow was sent in the direction of the principals office, the Seal was directly under his office. The remaining Scoobies split up into groups of two, each taking a defensive position in the school. Buffy joined the group in the basement, standing over the Seal. Taking the knife from Andrew, Faith handed the sharp blade to Buffy. After slashing her hand and holding her bleeding palm over the Seal, Buffy handed the knife to Faith so she could do the same. One by one the girls extend their bleeding palms over the Seal, until it opened. Buffy stared at the open hole and with one glance to Faith she dropped down into the darkness. Faith and the rest of the girls followed right behind her.
While all of this was going on in the basement, Willow had set up in Principal Wood's office. Setting on the floor with the candles and other ritualistic items around her, Willow took the Scythe from Kennedy. Sitting directly across from her, Kennedy told Willow they should be in place.
Drawing in a calming breath, "Okay. Magic time. Are you ready to kill me?", Willow asked her friend.
"Starting to be."
"Good. Fun. Great." Placing her hands on the Scythe, Willow told Kennedy to brace herself.
Kennedy encouraged the redheaded witch by telling her, "Come on, red. Make it happen."
As Willow chanted, the power she was calling on was the most pure and powerful she had ever touched. "Oh...my...goddess!" The Scythe suddenly lit up with a brilliant white light as the magic coming from Willow grew stronger. Kennedy could feel the power surge through her, as could all of the potentials. She glanced up at the witch, amazed at what she saw. Willow was outlined in a glowing white light, the same color her hair had turned. The spell ends, the light diminishes and Willow slumps forward with her hair returning to its natural color.
"You...are a goddess."
"And you're a Slayer." Willow told the newly called girl. Handing the Scythe to Kennedy she told her to get it to Buffy. As Kennedy leaves the room, Willow falls to the side with a silly grin on her face, "That was nifty."
Willow lay on the floor, able to faintly hear the battle taking place below her. She was unable to move, the power of the magic she used had completely drained her. Willow, having no idea how long she had lain on the floor, was surprised when a beam energy came up out of the floor. 'Pretty light. Spike's amulet must have activated. Go Spike!' As the bright light from the energy beam filled the room, a shrouded figure stepped into her view. Willow squinted her eyes trying to make out the figure, it was female shaped that much she knew.
"Willow, your time here is finished." spoke the mysterious figure. "Stay here and die or come with me and have eternal life. There is much left to be done."
Willow watched as the school began to crumble around her. Agreeing to something that would change her life forever, Willow winked out of sight as a large piece of the ceiling fell where she was lying.
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Silence reigned in the room as Willow finished speaking. But that only last for a second or two.
"Then what happened?"
"Who was the mysterious figure? Why did you make the decision to leave?"
"Did they win?"
Willow raised a hand to shush everyone. "I was twenty three and not ready to die yet, so I went with them. I didn't find out what happened until much later after my arrival to Middle Earth. It was only after I was able to look in the mirror of Galadriel that I found out that they had indeed succeeded. That once again the Slayer saved the world. Or rather the Slayers. That Spike and Anya had both lost their lives. I never did find out who sent me here. I would like to thank them because when I awoke, I woke up in Hell."
At that point Haldir took over with the tale.
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing anything remotely naughty so please bear with me and I will soon return you to your regularly scheduled program.
Meleth nin-My love
Suilad-Greetings
Mae govannen-Well met
Hiril nin-My lady
Balrog-A demon of fire that serves the dark forces
Elvish was taken from the Council Of Elrond website
The dialogue for the Buffy part was taken from the episode 'Chosen'
Kennedy and Willow...blinks and shivers...never did care for that pairing. So in this story they are just friends.