Summary: Éowyn asks Aragorn about the Elves that died in the Battle of Helm's Deep, being too nervous to ask the only surviving Elf, Legolas, himself. Aragorn tells her briefly about the Elves from Lothlórien, as well as his life in Rivendell with the Elves. As Éowyn's curiosity rises, Aragorn decides that Éowyn should meet the most powerful Elf in Middle-earth, Galadriel. He urges Éowyn to travel with Legolas and Gimli to Lothlórien after the War of the Ring to meet the Lady of Light for herself. This is my first fanfiction, so please review! I want to know what you all think of this story!

Disclaimer: If I owned them, I would be making millions by now. So yeah, you guessed right: I don't own them. --sniff--

A/N: Here's a little info about how I'll update: As you know, this is my first fanfiction, so I'll try to do a good job on it. The chapters will be about the size of this one, if not longer. School just started for me, so I'm going to try to update every weekend, unless I get a little extra time to update sooner. Please review! I would appreciate it if your reviews helped or encouraged me with my writing. I've never written fanfiction before, so please be helpful!

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to the following authors on this site: Silivren Tinu and SmileyHalo. You guys ROCK! Without you, I wouldn't have written this story.

Chapter 1- Burning of the Elves

"The battle of Helm's Deep is over," said Gandalf to his companions, looking towards Mordor. "But the battle for Middle-earth is about to begin." Gandalf turned Shadowfax around, leading King Théoden, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and several others back down the slope to where the fortress sat.

Éowyn, the Shieldmaiden of Rohan, was helping the women and children in the caves during the battle. Now that the battle was over, Éowyn wanted to look over the battlefield at the damage that had been done.

When she passed through what was left of one of the gates, Éowyn stared in shock. Of course she knew that battle was an awful thing to witness, but as her eyes scanned the battlefield, she nearly wept. Hundreds of her people lay dead, scattered over the blood-stained ground. Many of the men and boys she had known from childhood, but now they were gone forever.

As the survivors of the Battle of Helm's Deep began to pile the bodies and burn them, she couldn't help but notice something: the men were also piling the dead elves that came from Lothlórien.

They should at least be given a proper burial, seeing as they are Elves, Éowyn thought. She walked hastily to the healing wing where her uncle, King Théoden would be found. When she reached the healing wing, she took to tending her uncle's spear wound.

"I am sorry you were injured in battle, Uncle," Éowyn said, bandaging his wound.

"There are many more that are more seriously wounded," he replied, scanning over his injured soldiers. "And there are some that their wounds were too serious to help." Théoden sighed and then added, "Like the elves that gave us the aid that we did not deserve."

Éowyn then finished wrapping her Uncle's wound. "Yes," she breathed, staring into space with sorrow in her eyes. "Uncle?" she asked, meeting Théoden's gaze. "Did any of the elves survive?" Éowyn looked hopefully at her uncle.

Théoden shook his head. "No my niece, none lived through the battle, save one. Legolas, the elf from the Mirkwood realm, still draws breath."

There was a silence for a time, until Éowyn spoke up. "My Lord, is there nothing we can do to give them a proper burial?"

Théoden gently brused his old, kingly hand on her cheek, "I asked the same question to Lord Aragorn. He said that we could not send them back, for it would be a difficult task to do." Théoden paused, and his face fell. "He seemed very grieved to say such. He said that Legolas was deeply saddened about the bodies being burned, but that they had no other choice."

Théoden then returned his gaze to his niece and squeezed her hand, "But remember Éowyn, remember what they have sacrificed for us. And never forget it."

"I will not, my Lord," she replied. And with that, Éowyn set out to find Aragorn to discuss the burning of the elves.

Well, was it good? Bad? Excellent? Awful? You had better review, or I'll shoot you! --Pulls back bowstring aiming at reviewers-in-hidings heads'.-- Lol!

Arodiel