HANDS

Author: coulduseprozac or simon22cat depending on my mood

Rating: Hard R; This a dark chapter, please pay attention to the warnings

Genre: Crossover BtVS/LoTR; Het Romance

Pairing: Willow/Haldir

Warnings: NAME CALLING; VIOLENCE; ATTEMPTED NON-CON

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 Eight

This Was Not Looking Good

Without a sound Willow took the only means of revenge available to her for all of the ill treatment that had been heaped upon her. She vomited down the backside of Gorast. And it felt pretty damn good.

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"Wait. You did what?" Asked Elladan.

"I threw up on him. It was his fault for hanging me upside down for most of the day."

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For some reason Gorast did not find it as humorous as the rest of the pack did when Willow vomited. He was kind of mad. Willow again found herself on the ground, as the orc hastily dropped her. Grabbing a hold of her shirt, Gorast hauled the witch to her feet. Swaying unsteadily on her feet, Willow could not keep herself from flinching as the orc drew nearer. Watching as he reached for his knife, Willow tensed, readying to run. She had decided that if this thing was going to kill her, then she was not going to make it easy for him. Willow forgot that the end her rope was tied to his belt. As Gorast jerked Willow back to him there was a strange whistling sound that came from the nearby trees. A loud thunk and a squeal of pain was heard from the orc beside them, an arrow protruding from its forehead, the white feathers fluttering in the breeze. More arrows came from the woods, each one striking a target. The orcs scattered, running for the forest looking for cover from the deadly missiles raining from the sky.

Gorast ran pulling Willow behind him, not stopping until she fell. The impatient growl of the orc was heard as he scooped the fallen witch from the ground and tossed her over his shoulder. Willow screamed in pain as her abused ribs where jostled as Gorast ran for his life.

Reaching up, Gorast swatted Willow on the behind. "Quiet you. Stop yer squalling."

Willow could not stop the sob that escaped her as they raced for the trees, whishing the jarring pace that Gorast had set would end. The lightening and thunder had increased, drawing nearer as they reached the shelter of the forest. Gorast stopped after reaching a small glade, huge mallorn trees circling the open area. He dropped Willow as the rain that had been threatening to fall finally arrived. Pushing her wet soggy hair out of her eyes, Willow watched as the orc conferred with several of the others that had followed them deeper into the forest. She could not hear anything but saw as he pointed in her direction. Since whatever he had planned was probably not in the best interest of his captive. Willow waited until his attention was turned else where and ran for her life as fast as her tired body would carry her.

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"Haldir? I need a question answered for me," interrupted Elrond. "Why did you not ride out and save Willow? Surely you and your elves saw her before the orcs reached Lothlorien."

"True, my lord," Haldir answered. "Thinking that the orc prisoner was already dead, I saw no reason for wasting the time or effort to do so. It was my decision alone and one that I regretted for a long time...

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The thunder boomed in the far distance, bringing with it a promise of the storm to come. Haldir stood beside his brothers on a branch of one of the massive trees. The rest of his wardens were spread out in the neighboring trees, all alert for a large orc raiding party that was roaming the area.

A almost silent gasp was heard from Rumil as he spotted the orcs. "Brother, look. Do you not see? They carry a captive with them."

"Tis a woman," replied Orophin.

"Aye, the scouts had told me as much." Squinting at the dark forms that approached the woods, Haldir continued. "And by the look of her it is already to late, she is either dead or close to dying. There is nothing to be done for her."

"But Haldir surely you do not mean to leave her with them?" asked one of the younger brothers.

"Yes, I do. It would be futile to waste the effort and resources to retrieve the body of the woman. We will wait until they reach the woods"

"Haldir you can not mean this!" A upset Rumil continued to argue quietly with his older sibling, "Where is your compassion brother?"

"Compassion? Rumil you are not thinking clearly..."

Anything else that might have been said was disrupted by the sound of a bird chirping, a signal from one of the other wardens. Haldir turned his attention to the one who called and did not see his youngest brother slip away.

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Several hours later Rumil sat in his own tree, still angry with his brother. As he watched the lightening streak across the sky, he pondered his reasoning for getting so angry with Haldir. Deep in his heart he knew his brother was right, rarely had Haldir led him wrong. If it was as Haldir said and she was already dead, then there was nothing he could do for her. His only hope was that the Galadhrim would be able to lie her body to rest as according to the custom of Man. Rumil's meandering thoughts were disturbed by a slight rustle of leaves below him. Peering over the edge of the tree branch, Rumil spied Haldir as he silently made his way up the tree.

"Haldir," Rumil said as he extended his hand to his brother, pulling him the rest of the way upon the branch.

"Suilad, Rumil. It is time. The Uruks have reached the outer edges of the woods and I want you to stand at my side once again. It is time to stop this pack from raiding and killing innocents."

"Brother you know I would stand beside you any time." With that the two brothers made their way to the tree line where the others awaited.

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An hour later Haldir and his wardens were in the trees along the outer edges of Lothlorien, waiting.

As the orcs drew closer he was able to see the burden one of the larger orcs carried. She had red hair, the color of fire. Or it would have been if it was not so filthy. He could see from his vantage point the numerous bruises and scraps that covered her body, each one speaking of her time spent with the orcs. Haldir was surprised when the woman stirred and vomited down the back of the orc carrying her. Hearing Rumil gasp as the orc dropped her, Haldir turned to look at his brother. Unable to stand the look of accusation in his eyes, Haldir turned from his brother and made ready his bow. Haldir watched as the redheaded woman tried to run away, and was stopped short by the rope tied to the belt of the Uruk-hai. Haldir drew back his bow and released a white feathered arrow as the large creature pulled the much smaller woman back to him. Before his arrow had struck the orc next to them, another arrow had left his bow. The wardens let their arrows fly, each one finding a target, one less orc to cause grief.

The Uruks scattered, trying to find cover from the deadly rain of the Galadhrim Marchwardens. Haldir saw the big orc run, pulling his prisoner behind him. When she stumbled and fell, the orc stopped and tossed the woman over his shoulder, she stopped screaming after he hit her. The orc ran deeper into the woods, with Haldir and several others following high above in the tree canopy, he could feel and hear the disgust of the trees as the orcs ran under their branches. The trees urged them to run faster and stop the foul creatures of Sauron before they could get any deeper into the Golden Woods. Haldir and his company raced on, keeping track of the large orc and his prisoner. The sound of battle could be heard in the distance as the Uruk-hai met up with others from his pack. The orcs continued to run through the woods, stopping only when they reached the glade. The huge mallorn trees formed a tight circle around this particular clearing, making a speedy exit nearly, if not, impossible.

The orcs, after running so deep into the Golden Woods, thought themselves safe in this little glade. No sight of those nasty elves anywhere. The deafening thunder overhead did little to mask the sound of their fellow orcs fighting with the elves. Rain started to fall as the orc dropped his passenger on the ground.

Watching as the redheaded woman pushed her wet hair out of her face , a smiling Haldir told his brothers. "They could not have picked a better place to stop."

"Aye," Orophin answered while looking up at the rain filled sky. "The circle of trees will help to prevent their escape."

Haldir felt a cold chill go down his spine as the Black Tongue of Mordor was heard on the wind, the remaining orcs were planning their next move. As the larger orc turned from the council of the others, he pointed at his captive, a dark toothy smile on his face. Whatever was planned for the woman was not good.

"At my signal, open fire."

The sound of wood creaking as the elves drew their arrows was cloaked by the thunder of the angry storm that had blown up over Lothlorien. Flashes of lightening illuminated the glade, lighting up the forms of the Uruks. The red hair of the woman was more noticeable in the flashing light, drawing Haldir's gaze once more to her. He watched as she tensed after the orc had pointed in her direction.

"Come on. Come on. Get out of the way," Rumil whispered to himself. Waiting for the signal from Haldir to attack was one of the hardest things Rumil had to do in his long life. The feeling of guilt was almost too much to bare; he should have rode out anyway and done what he could to free this woman. He did not understand these feelings, for she was one of Man, not an elven kin. This woman gave off the similar feeling of power and magic that the Lady Galadriel does. Maybe that is what drew him to her plight, this familiar feeling of the elven kind. But then again it was probably the fact that she was an innocent in the clutches of these dark creatures. He knew what they were capable of as did the elvish community in Lorien, for the Lord and Lady's own daughter had painfully learned that lesson. She now resided in Valinor in hopes of healing. The time after Elladan and Elrohir had rescued their mother and her subsequent leaving the shores of Arda had been a bleak time in the Golden Woods. The passing of Lady Celebrian was felt as deeply in Lorien as it was in Imladris. Never again would...

Orophin, who poked him in the ribs, brought Rumil out of his wandering thoughts.

"Pay attention brother," hissed Orophin, "before Haldir gives you extended fence duty."

Rumil turned his sight back to the scene below him. Not much had changed, the female was still sitting where the orc had dropped her, still in the line of fire. But that soon changed. Once the attention of the orc was turned elsewhere, the woman climbed to her feet and limped across the glade, making her way slowly towards the trees.

Haldir released his arrow, the signal the others had waited on. White feathered arrows filled the sky as each one found their mark, one less creature of evil to plague Middle Earth. Realizing the danger coming from the trees the orcs moved closer, making it harder for the archers to hit their targets. Haldir, with a barely perceptible gesture, gave the signal and one by one the gray clad wardens dropped from the mallorn trees. Haldir would rather not engage the orcs on the forest floor but the number of orcs in the glade had grown, making it almost impossible to fight from the trees, especially since they had moved closer to the trees. Dropping to the ground Haldir had shouldered his bow and drew his sword, all with a heartbeat. The sound of blades being drawn was heard as the other wardens drew their swords.

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Willow stopped to rest under the branches of one of the massive trees that populated the forest. Leaning against the gray trunk she tried to catch her breath, injured ribs making it hard for her to breathe. She tried again to do a very easy spell, calling forth a pixie light. Still nothing. This was not looking good. She had only been in this world for hours but it seemed like days, the brutality of the creatures she had fell in with making the time seem longer. Willow did not know if there was a chance of being rescued by the Scoobies or not, for all she knew everyone had perished on the Hellmouth. Soon as she could find a safer place Willow decided she would find the light shrouded figure that sent her here, they never said anything about orcs or the danger she would be in. Or that she would be without her magic, at least then she would have had a way of defending herself.

"Buffy if you are alive, you had better come save me. Don't leave me here." Willow silently pleaded.

Glancing up at the sky, a streak of lightening raced across the night sky, Willow decided to move on, to go deeper in the forest and hopefully to find a safer place to rest. The sound of metal striking metal could be heard in the distance as she went around the tree.

'Hope they beat the living daylights out of the orcs, whoever they are.' Willow though to herself as she went around the tree. Trailing one hand trailing along the trunk, "Good grief. These things are huge."

Her thoughts about the size and age of the tree were brought up short as a hand shot out and grabbed her arm. Willow's scream was cut short by the filthy hand that covered her mouth. The creature's fetid breath washed over her when it spoke.

"You was gonna be Gorast's little plaything but now you're gonna be mine. I've 'ad me eye on you. He's busy with those nasty things. Got no time to play."

Spinning her around, he tugged on her shirt, ripping it open. The sight of her creamy white skin seemed to excite the creature even more. Willow screamed and lashed out with her foot, catching the orc in the groin. As he bent over in pain, Willow ran. She did not make it very far when the orc wrap his hand in her hair stopping her flight.

"Yer gonna pay for that little girl."

Yanking her to the ground the orc landed on top of her, the heavy weight making it hard for her to breath. He stuck a large hand down the back of her pants, dirty fingernails clawing at the flesh. Willow could feel her underwear stretch while he ran a hand across her butt. Pulling the hand out he slapped her bottom, before roaming over the rest of her backside. Tears of pain sprung to Willow's eyes from the force of the slap. Flipping her over, the orc straddled her body. Willow could feel evidence of the excitement of the chase digging into her stomach. With one hand he tore at his clothing while trying to get her pants open, his eagerness making him fumble with the unfamiliar button and zipper. Her struggles only infuriated the orc because Willow saw stars when the creature clouted her with his fist. In a daze Willow laid there, waiting for whatever was too come. The creature let out a frustrated growl as he freed his thick member, the head of it weeping with fluid. Unable to remove her pants, the orc howled in irritation and fell on top of her, pulling his knife out with the intention of cutting the rest of her clothing off. Not able to get her clothing off fast enough, his impatience showed as he dropped the knife and started to move against her, a sickening demonstration of what was to come.

Willow hoped this would satisfy him as he jerked against her body in a mockery of the act of love. The heavy member of the creature caused her pain as he ground himself against her, the jeans she wore provided little protection from the bruising force the orc used. Each painful thrust scooted her across the ground, what remains of her shirt had long risen up, exposing her back to the rocks and dirt that littered the forest floor.

She tried to fight him off. Stretching her arm, she reached a branch lying next to her. The orc stopped her movement, almost knocking her senseless. Taking both of her wrists in one large hand, he pulled her arms up over her head, pinning her in place. Willow went to a happy place, trying to block out what was happening to her, as he continued to push against her. Never in all her years on the Hellmouth had she ever felt so violated or degraded, not even Angelus had managed to do this to her. Willow sobbed as the orc painfully squeezed her breast, the large hand covering her. Suddenly he stilled, and Willow could feel a warm sticky fluid wash over her. Groaning in satisfaction the orc reached for his forgotten knife.

Slapping her to get her attention , he raised his knife. "Now we're gonna have fun, bitch."

After flicking the button of her jeans off with his knife, was able to rip the zipper out of her pants. With one hand in her pants, pinching and twisting the sensitive flesh, the orc bit and licked his way up her stomach. Stunned and dazed. Willow never saw or felt the sharp teeth piercing her flesh, breaking open her skin. Stopping at her breasts he was kind of confused by the white lacey contraption. A flash of lightening showed him scratching his head, trying to figure out the best way to remove the scrap of clothing. Sliding the tip of his knife under her bra strap he never saw the one that came up behind him.

A crying Willow widened her eyes as a knife blade came thru the throat of the creature. As the warm thick black blood spilled over her, Willow found her voice and started screaming.