I made some small changes to the first chapter. Legolas is going to be buried under a tree, not burned. I reread some RotK and figured they would probably bury him. So here goes nothin'
"Aye, that I know. He was a brave warrior and if I become half as good a King as he was a prince, Gondor will flourish."
Gandalf smiled gently at Aragorn, "As I said He will always be remembered."
Aragorn nodded stiffly and strode out of the room, a sudden longing to be outside and breathe the open air came upon him. He sat on the Deepening Wall and turned his gaze westward, as if he could render the mountains invisible and glimpse the Sea. And still he did not weep.
Then there was an altogether unexpected noise. A lone gull wheeled high overhead and sang it's harsh song.
"GO BACK!" cried Aragorn loudly, "Go back to the Sea and bear Legolas' soul with you!"
The gull turned on a thermal and did not return. Aragorn felt a wave of hopelessness the like of which he had never known crash upon him.
If thou hearest the cry of the gull by the shore...
"They heart shall rest in the forest no more," he whispered to the grey, unyielding sky.
"Lord Aragorn would thee come down and speak with me?" said Eowyn.
Aragorn jumped down and immediately sat, his back pressed against the cold stone wall. She placed herself next to him.
"I will not offer thee consolation, for though thy heart begs for it, thy mind and spirit repel the thought. I see there are no words I could say that could comfort thee, so I will not try. But if you desire to speak of the sorrow on thy heart, know that I have suffered through many passings, if not one wo premature or painful."
His bent head came up and he looked sidelong at her, his head still tipped, "Thank you Eowyn." He made a painful attempt at a smile, then took a shuddering breath and turned away from her. His shoulders began to shake and like everything else about him, the sobs were quiet, but sincere. She pulled him into her arms and stroked his hair as if she was Gilraen herself. She didn't cluck over him, or say anything; she just held him and realized in a rush that she did love this man, just not in the way she thought she did. He was a good friend, dear to her heart, but not as a lover would be.
"I will send a messenger to Mirkwood," she said when he had straitened himself and had stopped weeping.
"No Eowyn. Not yet. That wood has become far to perilous for any man."
"Lord Aragorn, does thee not think that his father deserves to know?"
"Elves are not humans Eowyn, their hearts are fragile and I fear Thranduil will need all his heart to battle the darkness that opposes him."
"But Ara---"
"Eowyn no! I was raised among Elves and have known Legolas and his father long. If Thranduil does not know of Legolas' death by now, he will soon. Elves are not humans and Thranduil knows his son is hurt, but better leave him in doubt about his death until the outcome of this war is decided. If the war is won I will visit him as a king and tell him. If the war is lost ..." he sighed, "It will not matter anyway, for all will fall into darkness and not even Elves will be able to drive it back."
"You speak gravely lord, And I think thy words are true. But if even the Elves cannot conquer the dark, what hope is there for us?"
Aragorn just shook his head and was silent.