I think these two would make a good pairing for many good reasons which I will not name. However as there are few fiction works dedicated to them as a couple I have decided to make my own. This aims to be a set of vignettes.

Disclaimer: I do not own the cannon characters and I am making no profit off of this. It all belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien.

Éowyn, the White Lady of Rohan, lay in the House of Healing, grey eyes set upon the highest point they could reach. Her bandaged wounds had stopped bleeding but she could hardly move without a bout of pain wrecking her whole body. Outside the sun was shining and Éowyn longed to feel its rays warming her. Warmth. How she had missed in the dark and dreadful period of Grima Wormtongue's supremacy. The shudder that travelled up her spine whenever she remembered the leech did not spare her. Fury boiled when she remembered the whispers of that monster; he had poisoned her mind too.

"My Lady of Rohan."

The spoken greeting dispelled her bleak thoughts. Éowyn looked towards its sourced only to be met with the vision of an Elf. The sun had attached its tendrils to him, for a moment obscuring Éowyn's view. But she did know him. He was a companion of Aragorn; Legolas he had introduced himself as. A tentative smile formed on her lips.

"Master Elf." her acknowledgement was soft yet not lacking openness.

His own smile was her answer. Legolas assessed the damage her confrontation of the Witch-king had brought. Superior eyes could tell that she would heal, but it would take some time and patience. Even wounded, her smile remained brilliant.

Something was born between them in that moment.

I hope you've enjoyed it. More to come, in the near future...