So, apparently this won't go out of my head, and I can't write on the other stories until it is out of it. Like my other crossovers this will have an OC, making the two story lines fit a little. This time it is a woman called Cirwen, what in one of the Elvish languages means 'The Renewed (Maiden)'. You will probably learn about her out of the story the other protagonist tells the first chapter(s). So without talking too much, let's start.
Iroh's Tea Shop, Ba Sing Se, one year after the end of the war, 1421 S.R.
After a long time absent Zuko paid his uncle a visit once again. It was already getting late and the guests started to leave when a stranger entered the tea shop. He wore clothing Zuko didn't recognize, boots, dark trousers and a leather jerkin over a grey tunic. Something glittered under the tunic and he wore a hooded cape against the rain, that started this morning.
Eyeing the stranger suspiciously he went over to get his order, "Good Evening, Sir. What can I bring you?". The stranger didn't back his hood, so Zuko saw only a mouth with a slightly bearded chin underneath. He almost doubted that the man heard him when the stranger started to speak with a voice that he somehow remembered, but he couldn't recall the person it belonged to, "I came a long way to visit this shop. The merchants say, it belongs to a former general of the Fire Nation. I want to speak him.", and after a short break he added while Zuko stared at him, "And probably some Jasmine tea, if that's alright.". "S-Sure.", Zuko choked out and hurried into the kitchen where his uncle prepared various teas.
Iroh was surprised, his nephew looked like he had seen a ghost. "What is it, nephew?", the old general asked. Zuko took a deep breath and said, "Uncle, there's someone out there. A stranger. He wants to speak with you. I wouldn't trust him, I don't remember this style of clothing. He's probably a mercenary.". Iroh raised one eyebrow at this. He placed the pot he had been holding on a counter, shoved his nephew to a side and entered the guest room, ready to fight this person.
As he entered he immediately saw who his nephew meant. Not only weren't there that many guests left, but also the strange clothing was conspicuous. He went over to him and couldn't help but notice something familiar in his form. Also he saw that the man had two swords of a foreign design at his side and a long dagger. Iroh stood right before the man and didn't move for a moment, gave him a chance to attack him. If he came to kill him, he could do so now, but he didn't. The man seemed to scan him from under his hood. An amused grin creeped in the man's face. Iroh remembered someone grinning like that, but it couldn't be, could it?
Suddenly he felt his knees vary and hastily sat down, still facing the stranger over the table. The grin had vanished, an expression Iroh knew too had replaced it. The man had noticed the abnormal haste, Iroh had sat down with and sorrow was plastered all over his face. Iroh trembled all over his body. He scanned the man, he grew older, six years he had not seen him. He had thought him dead and now their amber eyes locked again. One of his hands reached up, still shivering, and reached over the table and into the hood to touch his face. The man took the older ones' hand and leaned into the touch closing his eyes. Tears escaped Iroh's eyes, the man let go of the hand and stood up. He walked around the table silently and knelt down on one knee in front of the old general. With a quick movement he hugged the old man tightly.
Iroh started to sob. Between sobs he whispered, "Is that really you? Son? Did you really come back after all those years?", the other whispered back, "Yes, of course I am. I struggled a little, I faced great adventures, but now I came back.", Iroh broke the hug and instead grabbed the other's shoulders, "But how? I thought you were dead.". Lu Ten backed his hood, "I almost was, but I was saved. I will tell you, but it's a long story. I ordered some jasmine tea, where is it?"