Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR or any characters.
Note: One of the best LOTR fanfictions I have read yet can be found on my favorite stories list. I love the idea of Legolas and Eomer. This however does not contain slash, only the beginnings of a friendship through kindred spirits. Pardon any OOCness or spelling/grammar.
An Unexpected Reunion
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
The Golden Hall of Meduseld was quiet. Eomer had returned from a brief visit to Gondor to check on the wellbeing of his sister and his brother in law, Faramir.
His halls had seemed lonely after the departure of his beloved sister. Grated, there were no words to describe the happiness of the end of the war, but the continuous monotone of running a city was certainly lacking. Rohan was thriving in the days of the king.
"My King!" Homa greeted, briefly bowing before his lord. "What news from Gondor?"
"All is well. More and more works are being discovered in mountains and a few forests. Many have already been destroyed." Eomer said, lifting himself from his stead.
Eomer's eyes drifted to the surrounding horse stalls. There he noticed a white stallion peacefully eating from a bale of hay. He did not recognize the horse.
"Sire, a traveler came to Edoras just hours before you returned."
"A traveler?" Eomer questioned, suspicion entering in the pit of his stomach—a remnant from the days of the war. He was a king now, but he still remained a warrior at heart and couldn't ignore some of the habits of old.
"Yes," a nearby soldier chimed in, quelling Eomer's fears, "The prince of Mirkwood."
A frown crossed the blonde's face as he searched his memory for a face to place to the title. From his recollection, he couldn't even remember meeting the prince of Mirkwood. It wasn't often elves passed through the lands of Rohan, especially now when many elves felt the need to depart and leave these lands in the hands of men.
"Hello, Eomer." The sudden appearance of the voice made Eomer and Homa turn their attention to the newest arrival. "It's been a while." Needless to say, his reception at the Golden Hall had been much more pleasant than last time he traveled into the realm of the horse riders.
"Legolas?" Eomer questioned, still rather shocked.
"Greetings, Eomer." Legolas said with a faint smile on his face. "I've decided to check up on some old friends. Aragorn complains I do not visit him often enough."
"You are a prince of Mirkwood?" Eomer questioned, shock evident on his face. Despite this, he couldn't help but feel a churn of excitement in his gut at the sight of the elf. He remembered seeing the nimble creature on the battlefield. It had been too long since he had put aside his king title to settle down and relax back into his more comfortable role as a warrior and rider of Rohan.
No doubt that the elf could sense this in his kindred spirit. The War and subsequent rebuilding had brough man together with the various creatures of Middle Earth and he couldn't deny that those who held more prominent roles felt a special bond. However, not once was it mentioned or made known that the elf in the party of the former Fellowship was an Elf Prince! And of Mirkwood no less! Legolas's eyes twinkled with delight and mirth at his confusion.
"Aye," and thus began their reunion.
FIN