The Elf and the Shield Maiden

Chapter 1

Okay I've never written for Lord of the rings Fanfiction so be nice. This story is purely based on the movie since I've only read the hobbit and the fellowship (I know I'm a bad person). Anyway I hope you enjoy this story and I disclaim

Eowyn stood on the outside wall of the fortress of Helm's deep; she could finally breathe easy now the battle was over. The night before had been awful for her being stuck in the caves with the other women and their children instead of fighting; it was much like being stuck in a cage her worst fear.

The Rohanian shield maiden sighed as she looked over the wall and at the rolling hills that surrounded the fort. The once luscious grass was now covered with the corpses of ten thousand orcs and the elf or human.

The worst part of the night was when she begged Aragorn to let her fight alongside him but he refused. She had expected him to understand her but he didn't, no one understood her, the pain and emptiness she felt her entire life.

A cold chill passed through her and she quickly hugged herself for extra warmth. She looked down on what left of the battle field below, she could see that many of the riders of Rohan were beginning to collect the dead bodies of their kinsmen. They had lost many brave men that night and it hurt her to know that many women would never see their husbands again, daughters would never see their fathers, and many sisters their brothers. She couldn't imagine how broken she would feel if she lost Eomer, she had lost almost everyone expect him and her uncle. Sure he was too overprotective at times but she loved him dearly and she wouldn't know what she would do without him.

Suddenly something caught her down below; it was the golden hair of Lord Aragorn's comrade the elven prince; Legolas of Mirkwood she believed his name was. Among the many times she was trying to get the future king of Gondor's attention they were accompanied by the elf; he never said much around her he was simply there walking with them in his own silent and elegant way. At the moment he was standing looking quite pompous gently stroking his most prized bow with slender white fingers. He was standing across from the dwarf, Gimli the other third of Aragorn's mismatched trio. The dwarf was sitting on an orc's corpse which unfortunately had Gimli's axe lodged into its head while smoking a pipe and looking very relaxed.

The two talked to each other with ease which was surprising to the shield maiden even though she hadn't encountered many dwarfs or elves in her life (let alone at the same), it was well known that the two types of peoples did not get along. But that wasn't the case with these two, she watched as they talked for a few second even though she couldn't hear their words. Suddenly she watched the elf's face harden and her lifted his bow and drew an arrow aiming it at the dwarf. Apparently she had spoken too soon, but the elf shot the arrow right below the dwarf's body hitting the orc's corpse instead.

What an odd thing to do she thought as she watched the elf's face smooth out again. Of course she had notice that the elf was beautiful all elves were unnaturally gorgeous and Legolas Greenleaf was no exception with his perfect sliver blonde hair that flowed down his shoulders, neatly decorated with elven warrior braids. His ice blue eyes held much more wisdom than his youthful complexion led on, with his humble attitude, warrior status, and elven glow he was every maiden's fantasy brought to life.

Except hers.

All of Ewoyn's life had been one tragedy after another, starting with her father's death. In her youth Eowyn did not have much time to dream about romantic things, her dreams were composed of adventure and freedom two things that she desperately needed.

Well that was until she laid eyes on a certain ranger. She had fell in love with Aragorn the first time she saw him when he held her back as the White Wizard cured her beloved uncle from Sarumon's possession. And he continued to change her life with his many stories about his adventures and his awe-inspiring presence. She even loved him when he told her about how his heart belonged to another woman, an elven princess who was waiting for him to come home from this adventure, in hopes that one day he would love her back.

Eowyn in her continuous grief clasped her hands over her broken heart and stared out at the horizon.

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Down on the gruesome battle field that had over ten thousand corpses scattered across it, Legolas Greenleaf was enjoying himself in the first time in days. Although his job to clean up the bodies was grim work but somehow joking around with the dwarf made him feel somewhat better. His unlikely friendship with Gimli had opened the elf's eyes to a side of life that he had never experienced before.

Growing up as an elven princeling was of course strict and proper, as an elf he was expected to act right. Elves always had to speak, walk, think, look, and even breathe with grace; it was infuriating for Legolas who always had a sly sense of humour. Even when he met Aragorn he still couldn't completely enjoy himself, because every time they were out on an adventure together Aragorn's life was always endanger which put a dreary mood to their friendship.

But being friends with Gimli Legolas never had to be prim and proper, with the dwarf he could let his fun side lose that had always been dying to get out in his long immortal life. He was defiantly blessed to have met Gimli but he would never say it out loud to the dwarf of course.

Suddenly out of the corner of his eyes he spotted something gold and red blowing in the wind. He turned his head to the side and set his superior elf vision to the top of the outer wall of helm's deep. On top of the wall stood Eowyn the niece of Théoden whom was the king of Rohan. Eowyn was a shield maiden, a skilled woman warrior who feared nothing but at the moment she had her hands covering her heart and looked like she was about to cry.

This puzzled the elf deeply, although humans were strange creatures to understand, (especially their womenfolk) and he had spent most of his life trying to decode them.

He looked closely at Eowyn; she was indeed beautiful with her golden brown hair that fell down her back and contradicted her ruby red gown that she was currently wearing. She had the biggest soulful brown eyes that Legolas had ever seen in his entire life. He watched as a tear of sorrow fell down her freckle covered cheek and onto the ground. Legolas felt his empathy kick in for the shield maiden she must have lost many close friends in the battle the night before as he had lost a very close friend to him as well.

"Aye laddie; what'ch looking at?" Gimli's gruff voice pulled him out of his reverence.

The dwarf had to squint in order to see the shield maiden.

"Lady Eowyn seems a bit distressed." Legolas observed coolly.

"Aye, she does. What a beauty she is though and has skill with a sword! If she had any type of beard I would ask for her hand in marriage." Gimli replied before smoking his pipe dreamily.

Legolas couldn't help but smile at that mental imagery.

"If you did her brother would definitely cut off your head then." He said causing them both to laugh.

Then suddenly a one of King Théoden's personal guards approached them, the man looked gruff looking and had mud smeared on his armour, no doubt exhausted from the battle the night before.

"Sirs, King Théoden requests both of presences in the throne room. He would like to discuss with you long with Lord Aragorn and Gandalf about the ride to Gysengard." The man said sounding like he was about to collapse at any second.

Gimli reluctantly got off the orc's corpse that he was sitting on and followed the man. Legolas gave a pleading look in Eowyn's direction before following suit.

Okay so that concludes the first chapter of this story I really hoped you liked it and I'm sorry that it's so short but the next chapter will be longer.

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