HANDS
Author: coulduseprozac or simon22cat depending on my mood
Rating: Hard R; please pay attention to the warnings
Genre: Crossover BtVS/LoTR; Het Romance
Pairing: Willow/Haldir
Warnings: VIOLENCE; ORC KILLING; MENTION OF 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 Nine
What of the Woman?
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.
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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 in a heartbeat. The sound of blades being drawn was heard as the other wardens drew their swords.
Orophin and Rumil at his side, Haldir charged the ranks of the orcs, leading his elvish force into battle. Haldir searched for the orc that had carried the woman, intent on stopping him from harming her further. Spotting him across the glade, Haldir started to fight his way towards him. Bring up his sword; he blocked a swing from a smaller orc. Haldir spun, blocking another blow from the heavy blade the orc carried. As he came back around, Haldir struck out with his blade, catching the creature in the neck. Falling, the head made a sickening plopping sound as it hit the muddy ground. Without pausing, Haldir had moved on before the head hit the ground, in search of the next target. And it did not take long. The oncoming orc rushed him with his blade swinging. Haldir swung his long handled sword, driving it deep into his chest. Twisting the blade before he pulled it out, Haldir continued across the glade, not stopping to see if the orc fell.
Orophin was having trouble with his orc. Yellow eyes blazing and sharp teeth snapping, this creature would just not die. Darting back and forth Orophin danced a deadly dance with the Uruk-hai. Having suffered numerous cuts and slashes, the creature showed no sign of stopping. Lifting his arm to block another bone jarring blow, the worst thing that could have happened did, he slipped in the mud. The ground that had long given over to a muddy mucky mess caused by the rain made Orophin's feet shoot out from under him, sending him to the ground. Rolling in the mud and coming up on his knees, Orophin reached for his dropped sword, bring it up in time to deflect another attempt by the orc to remove his head from his body. Knocking the elvish blade aside, the irritated orc kicked out his leg and planted his foot in the center of Orophin's chest, sending the Galadhrim sprawling in the mud. Unable to regain his footing, Orophin thought his end was near at hand. The eager look on the orc's face as he reached down and snatched a handful of the silvery-blond hair, exposing Orophin's neck to his blade, showed that the orc thought he had won this match. Intent on slicing open the archer's neck, he was not paying attention to what was going on around him. A knife came whizzing towards the two, hitting the orc on the neck. Orophin fell as the creature did; the hand still wrapped in his hair. Detangling himself from the orc, Orophin looked up to see his brother retrieve his knife.
"Be more careful brother." Rumil told the mud streaked Orophin as he wiped his gore encrusted knife on the pant leg of the dead orc.
"My thanks. I am not ready to make the journey to the Halls of Mandos just yet."
Extending a hand, Rumil helped his brother regain his feet. Rejoining the fight, each brother faced off with his own adversary.
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Haldir still searched for the big orc. Although the ranks of the Uruks had diminished, there were still plenty left to fight. The number of orcs that had made it this far into the Woods astounded Haldir, their force was larger then originally thought of. Slicing the legs out from underneath a charging orc, Haldir stepped around the squealing orc. He tensed when he saw the predicament his younger brother had got himself into. Shouting at Rumil to get his attention, he pointed at Orophin, who was caught by his hair. Rumil who was closer to their brother then he, pulled his knife and sent it sailing into the thick neck of the orc. Seeing that he was out a danger for the moment, Haldir continued his path across the glade.
Lightening still streaked across the sky as the thunderstorm diminished to a light rain. The Uruks and the Galadhrim battled on, irregardless of the weather. With the creature in sight, Haldir strode towards his goal, only to be brought short by a scream. A scream that had sounded like it had been cutoff in mid-stream. It was that red haired woman and she was in the woods. And it sounded like she was not alone.
Gorast had heard the scream too. He turned in the direction it had come from and sniffed the wind. He could smell her, smell her fear. Turning to face the fighting, he saw the tall elf stopped by another orc, for some reason this silver-haired thing had dogged his actions through the glade. Curling his lip in a scary mockery of a smile, Gorast headed into the woods to find his little captive.
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Haldir faced off with an orc carrying a halberd. Using the sharp spike on the end of the axe, the orc was trying his best to skewer the Marchwarden. Howling, the Uruk-hai swung his axe, aiming for Haldir's head. Jumping back as the axe blade came dangerously close to his head, Haldir's hair fluttered in the passing breeze. Blocking another blow from the heavy weapon, Haldir had decided he had enough of this orc. Before Haldir could take another step, an arrow flew by him. Followed by two more, the arrows found their mark. Without a sound the orc dropped his weapon and crashed to the muddy ground. Turning, he searched for where the arrows came from.
Rumil held up his bow and nodded in Haldir's direction.
"Hurray Haldir. Go find the woman."
The path clear before him, Haldir went into the woods.
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He could hear the orc plowing through the woods, the heavy feet of the creature carrying him farther into the Golden Woods. Haldir took to the trees, this way much faster. Haldir stopped, hearing a sound, he concentrated on what he was hearing. What he heard made him redouble his efforts. He could hear the sound of an orc grunting and growling...in pleasure? The sounds of flesh hitting against another body. The sound of a much smaller person being pushed crossed the ground. The almost silent gasps of pain. Haldir continued his race thru the trees, hoping to reach the clearing before the orc did.
Gorast was angry. He could hear what was going on ahead of him, and it made him mad. How dare another touch what was his? He found her and by all rights she belonged to him. If he wanted too he could share but only after he had grown tired of her. If there was anything left, that was. Crashing into the clearing, Gorast stopped at the sight of that dirty little rat rutting away on his captive. The little sounds of pain she made as he pounded against her smaller body were the sweetest thing he heard. He could feel the blood race to his member, the sight and sound almost too much for him. Fondling himself, he thought of what he was going to do with her. The pain he would cause would make her tears fall like the rain. He had already had a small taste of her fear, and he was eager for more. But first he had to deal with the problem at hand, shaking his head Gorast turned his attention back to the scene before him. Gorast watched as his fellow orc found his release against the still body of the woman below him. A low rumbling growl came from him as he watched the other orc bite his way up the pale stomach of the woman. Gorast had his knife out as the other one stopped and scratched his head, confused about something. That confusion did not last long as Gorast drove his knife deep into the neck of the other, killing him almost instantly.
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Feeling the warm blood rush over her neck and shoulders, Willow started screaming. Her high pitched screams where cut off when the heavy body of the dead orc fell on top of her. Thick black blood pooled around her shoulders, soaking her hair.
"Get him off! Get him off! Please get him off of me! Help me!" Willow cried as Gorast rolled the dead weight off of her.
Willow felt the bile rising in her throat; the horror of what had happened became too much to bear. Rolling, she came up on her hands and knees and tried to vomit. There was nothing there since she had not eaten since before she arrived here in this strange world and had already emptied the contents of her stomach earlier.
Gorast watched the retching girl with disinterest. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Gorast pulled her to her feet. Willow did not try to get away from him; at this point she no longer cared.
"Kill me and be done with it! Get it over." Willow said with more bravado then she actually felt. Twisting in his grasp, with what little saliva she had left, she spat at the orc.
Gorast raised his fist to strike Willow again. The sound of a sword being drawn behind him stayed his actions. Gorast saw the big elf as he turned to face the source of the noise. He released his prisoner without a second thought and faced off with the elf.
"Release the woman and your death will be quick."
"I don't think so elf." With that Gorast charged.
Willow sat down on the ground once Gorast had released her. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she watched the fight between the two. The sheer brutal force the Uruk-hai used was mind numbing as he drove his opponent across the clearing. It looked like victory was at hand for Gorast when the silver haired being was backed up against one of the large trees. She did not stay and watch. Willow escaped into the woods, hoping to find somewhere to hide. Maybe if the orc had to chase after her again he would make it quick this time, Willow thought as she limped through the woods.
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Haldir had fooled the orc by allowing himself to be pushed across the clearing. The dumb beast grew over confidant during the dance across the forest floor, and now in his excitement he left himself unguarded. He never saw the knife Haldir used. Driving the sharp blade deep into the side of the orc, Haldir pushed Gorast off of him. Bellowing in rage, the orc rushed Haldir, only to be brought up short by the long handled weapon of the Marchwarden. Haldir drove his sword deep into the stomach of the Uruk-hai, wrenching it upwards, slicing thru the soft tissue of the orc's abdomen. When the blade hit bone, Haldir pulled it out of the orc and knocked him to the ground. The creature snarled at him as Haldir stood over him. A downward stroke removed Gorast's head from his body, extinguishing the evil light in his eyes forever.
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The lightening and thunder had faded away until all that was left was a rumbling sound in the distance as Willow fled through the forest, trying her best to escape from the certain fate she felt awaited her. Even though she had told Gorast to kill her, she was not ready to die just yet. Willow knew that she could not let the orc capture her again because this time she felt he would not stop until she was dead. When she heard the loud bellow from the orc, Willow tripped over her own feet. Her blood soaked hair fell over her face when she landed on her hands and knees. She decided to rest for a moment, the pain she was in was making it hard for her to breathe.
'You must get up.' Willow had a vision of a very beautiful woman, with the bluest eyes, speaking to her. 'You must come to the city. There you will be safe. The Marchwarden will help you find your way.'
'City? What city? I'm in the middle of nowhere.' Pushing her hair from her eyes, Willow got up and continued her flight through the woods. She had only gone a few feet when her abused body finally gave out on her. This time when she went to the ground, she did not get up. Before she slid into unconsciousness Willow had a disturbing thought. 'Geeze the last time I listened to a vision I wound up here.' After that she was blissfully unaware of her surroundings.
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Haldir was cleaning the gore off of his blade as Rumil and Orophin dropped down from the trees behind him.
"What took you so long?" He asked his brothers.
"Someone left us with a mess to clean up." Replied Orophin.
"He has meet the same end as his company," Rumil said, nudging the severed head with the toe of his boot.
"What of the woman?" Asked Orophin, as the head rolled over and the frozen snarl of the dead orc came into view.
"She ran off into the woods. She could not have gotten very far. She was moving fairly slow."
"Shall we go find her then brother? Whatever orcs are left are being hunted down and destroyed by the rest of the archers." Said Rumil as he wiped the toe of his boot in the wet grass.
"It is good," Haldir replied as he resheathed his sword, " That not one of those foul servants of Sauron shall escape from Lothlorien." He headed towards the towering trees beyond the clearing to begin the search. Turning he looked at his brothers.
"Come, we have a woman to find and between the three of us it should not take long."