Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas :( I don't own anything actually. Except for this very bad computer.

Author's Notes: I shall finish Fight the Break of Dawn, I swear! And I'll get a chapter up for Star-crossed Skies. And I might be starting a new story. But anyways, this small story is helping me have something to put on my new site. Otherwise, the archive has like two stories. So write some of your own stories too!

Dedication: This one's for all my FTBOD reviewers. You guys rock my socks!

Silent Night

By: Moonlit Tears

The putrid stink of the battle had been washed away in the drenching rains and following winds, but the moans of the dying were still heard above the eerie silence. Out by the torn apart wall, Legolas Greenleaf sat quietly, his bow and quiver on his back. His hands were sharpening what was left of his arrows, although his expression was blank and he appeared to be unaware of what he was doing. His clear blue eyes were staring out at the empty battlefield were so many had met their ends.

I could have worked harder. If I had been more accurate, or if I had fought with all my energy, those people might still have been alive. I am a murderer, just the same as those Uruks. Legolas hung his head, tears threatening to spill over from his eyelashes.

"You know," came a soft, melodious voice from behind him, "Talking to yourself can be considered the mark of a madman."

Legolas whirled around in shock. He had not heard the Lady of Rohan approach. "What are you doing here, My Lady?"

"I am here to see if you require any medical aid, Master Elf. I am quite capable, and I assure you to make use of my skills if you have need of them."

He sighed at her earnestness. "Unless you have a remedy for the heart, Lady Eowyn, I suggest that you use your talents on someone more deserving."

Eowyn laughed at this. "I have no bandages for the heart, Legolas, but I can assure you that I shall help you the best I can."

The Elf stared at her with questioning eyes. Why would she possibly want to help one that is so undeserving?

Eowyn lifted one dainty leg over the side of the wall, and hoisted herself up to sit next to him. She ignored his gaze, and instead looked out at the battlefield. "You know, I was quite angry with my Uncle for not giving me the chance to fight. I want to protect my people as much as you do, Master Legolas. Just because I am a woman does not mean I do not have the skills or the bravery to go into combat." She paused, seeming to search for the right words.

"I know what you are feeling. You must think that you do not deserve to be alive when so many good people are dead. You think that it is all your fault that they died." She looked into his eyes. "Do not deny this, Legolas, I can see right through your barriers."

Legolas continued to stare at her, astounded at her perception of him. He had never really looked at her before, he decided, and now that he was seeing her for the first time, Legolas felt a quickening in his blood. She was not astounding, but she was mesmerizing. He felt a sudden empathy for the attachment Aragorn felt for this woman.

Eowyn lifted a small white hand and tilted his chin so he was looking directly into her eyes. "Do not feel guilt. You gave your best effort, and those who died know that. They will not hold a grudge against you. They would not be so foolish--" She trailed off and smiled an enchanting smile at him. "There is always the next battle. Remember that."

They sat in silence for a few moments, staring out at the field. Finally, Eowyn slipped back off the wall and smiled once again at him. "I must go help those who are in need."

Legolas' heart went out to her. He did not want her to go, but he did not dare voice his opinions. "Thank you for your aide, My Lady."

She laughed, a musical, enchanting laugh. "Please, call me Eowyn." And with that she was gone, into the dark night.

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