Title: Healing
Author: Erandir
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Haldir/Eomer
Disclaimer: Don't sue me, all the money was just stolen from my wallet, along with my movie ticket collection.

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"You two fight like an old married couple."

Haldir and Eomer looked up from their latest argument. Both had by now, though, forgotten what they were arguing about.

Those who had ridden to Isengard had returned, and had suffered no losses. In fact, by the look of it, their numbers had grown. A good number of Dunedain now mingled among the Rohirrim, and Aragorn stood at their door.

"You are back," Eomer observed.

"Good, now I can finally get out of this infernal human's company."

Aragorn raised an eyebrow as Haldir brushed past him and out of the room, "Having Elf troubles?"

"That would be putting it mildly," Eomer answered, rolling his eyes, "Why is he so stubborn?"

"Most Elves are that way," Aragorn replied, "He thinks that his injury makes him look weak, especially since he needed a human to save him."

Eomer sighed, "Is it true he is no longer immortal?"

Aragorn frowned and looked at the Rohirrim in confusion, "Did he tell you that?"

"Aye," Eomer nodded.

Aragorn sighed and raked a hand through his hair, and nodded, "It is true," the ranger admitted, "Because his life force is tied to yours when you die, he will as well."

Eomer sat down heavily, "Why did you not tell me?"

"Is it better for him to live 60 or 70 years more, or to have died weeks ago?"

"What good is it if he despises me?"

Aragorn entered his room later that day to find Legolas waiting for him. The elf sat on the windowsill, staring out at the mountains. He did not seem to notice the man had entered, but spoke without turning around, "Haldir was here."

"Really?" Aragorn asked, walking over to the elf's side, "What did he tell you?"

"That Eomer worries about him," Legolas answered, "But it seems they still hate each other."

"They do not, it will just take them a while to realize it," Aragorn pointed out, "Wait until one of them is wounded, and they truly do feel each other's pain. Then they will know."

Legolas turned around then, "Haldir is in no shape to go into battle, he can hardly walk on his own."

"He does not need to, Eomer already worries for him. It is Haldir who needs to worry for Eomer."

"Oh," Legolas laughed, "I never pictured you to play matchmaker, Meleth."

"I have never had reason to, but if I have to listen to their arguments for much longer..."

"Haldir, where are you going?"

The 'Lorien elf looked up as Legolas called out to him, he had been so focused on walking on his own that he had not even noticed the other elf. "I was just going to see if I could find a horse," he answered, pointing toward the stables.

Legolas laughed at that, "You are not well enough to walk on your own, mellon," he spoke as though it were common knowledge and pointed back in the direction that Haldir had come, "You ride with Eomer."

"With Eomer?" Haldir exclaimed, looking over at the man. Said Rohirrim ha d not been listening to their conversation, and looked up only upon hearing his name. "You cannot expect me to share a horse with that man!" he fumed, "It is bad enough I had to spend the last week in his company."

Eomer looked offended.

Legolas only smiled innocently, "I am sorry, but there is no one else, and you are not yet strong enough to ride on your own."

"I am perfectly capable of riding on my own!"

"Mellon, you can barely walk on your own," Legolas observed.

Haldir growled in frustration, it was unfair, how dare they treat him this way. Without a further word the march warden spun on his heel and stormed away. Legolas smiled to himself and called to Eomer once the other elf was gone, "I think he is starting to warm up to you."

The man merely rolled his eyes and turned back to his horse.

TBC...

A/N: That was short, I know, but I didn't want to write any more, I don't care. Review if you are reading this or I will simply discontinue, it feels rather pointless to spend so much time on a fic and have no one read it.