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Author's Note: Gasp, I'm updating! Alert the media! I kinda lost interest in Lord of the Rings for a while. I still think it's great and all, I just haven't had time to nurture my obsessions with a job and school and getting ready for college. But anyway, I found some time and old fan fiction that I wrote and decided to post it. This one's more movie verse than the others. This is right after Aragorn falls in the battle of the Wargs in the Two Towers. Legolas and Gimli may seem a little out of character, but that's how the words fell on the paper. They remind me of how my best friend Becca (AKA CloeNash…check out her stuff on this site and Fictionpress!) and me relate to each other.
Musings of Shieldmaidens and Kings
Softening the Blow
They had ridden for no more than an hour when Legolas realized something.
"Gimli, how are we going to tell Éowyn?" he whispered behind him.
"Hmm?" the helmeted figure whispered back.
"How are we going to tell Éowyn about Aragorn?"
"Oh. She has taken quite a liking to him, hasn't she?"
"Stop avoiding the subject! One of us needs to tell her and I think it should be you."
"Why is that, laddie?"
"You are better at comforting people. Laughter is the best medicine for grief."
"That makes no sense! Everyone needs to grieve, for at least a short time. As for my opinion, I think you should. You are better with words."
"While that is true, I believe that Éowyn will need some comfort. You know, soften the blow."
"So I am a blow cushion?"
Legolas thought about it for a minute, and then – to his own disbelief – cracked a grin. "Yes."
"Well, if you keep on insulting me, then I won't do it."
"We could both do it…"
They stared at each other for a few seconds, and simultaneously decided, "Nah!"