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Third Eowyn/Legolas story

October 31st, 2005 (09:48 am)

Title: Next day
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Characters: Eowyn/Legolas
Prompt: 071 Broken
Word Count: 230
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Haldir-angst ;-)

Some sort of plot should begin in the next part...

What you need to know if you haven’t read my earlier stories (which you can find here):

  • Legolas and Eowyn live together, as elf and wife, in Eryn Carantaur, the elven colony that Legolas founded in South Ithilien at the end of the Ring War.
  • Owing to a mishap with some poison, and the effects of its antidote, Eowyn’s body is now immortal (though it remains to be seen how that will affect her mind and spirit).
  • Haldir, who did not die at Helm’s Deep, is March Warden of Eryn Carantaur and Eowyn’s devoted admirer.
  • According to The Council of Elrond (though I have read differently elsewhere) Eowyn’s nickname, Melmenya, which is Quenya, means ‘my love’; Legolas’ nickname, Lassui, means ‘Leafy’.

Next day

It was a cool, damp spring morning.

Haldir returned from his nocturnal wanderings to find his fellow travellers—Eomer and Gimli, Legolas and Eowyn—breaking their fast around the still-glowing embers of the fire, eating freshly baked bread with jam and honey, drinking mulled ale, and planning the next stage of their journey.

“Good morning, March Warden,” called Legolas, cheerily. “Are you joining us?”

Haldir glanced around the campsite. His warriors were already working methodically—putting out the perimeter fires, loading the pack horses, dismantling Eowyn’s little shelter—he could afford a few moments.

He took his customary place between Gimli and Eomer, and opposite Eowyn, who, with a welcoming smile, offered him a plate of food. Haldir reached to take it—politely inclining his head in thanks—and, for a split-second, their fingers touched.

Sweet Eru! His spirit, as always, leapt at the contact.

But this morning she seemed to him lovelier than ever—her delicate cheeks flushed, her grey eyes sparkling; and Haldir looked away, because—even had he not chanced to overhear it—there could be no mistaking the cause…

“Have you finished, melmenya?” asked Legolas, suddenly. “Shall I help you saddle Brightstar?” And Haldir’s lowered eyes were unwillingly drawn to the movement of his Lord’s hand slipping around Eowyn’s waist and squeezing her affectionately.

The bread turned to ashes in the big elf’s mouth.


Posted by: Sandrine's little corner (eowynangel)
Posted at: October 31st, 2005 04:45 am (UTC)

lovely as usual. Poor Haldir!
I think I will make a Haldir/Eowyn wall inspired by your stories Nin.

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