Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, duh. The only part of this story that I own is Taralonde. The poemI usedin here was written by Tolkien too. It is found in Chapter 5 (The White Rider) of Book Three of the Lord of the Rings (in the Two Towers).

Author's Note: As you may notice, there are a few bits left out here and there. It's not that I forgot about them, they just didn't fit into my story very well, so I left them out. Hope you like it!

"Lady Éowyn?" One of her uncle's guards knocked on her door

"Come!" she called. The man opened the door and stood awkwardly holding a bundle.

"And that is…?" she questioned.

"Uh, well," he stammered. "It's, uh, an elf child." He held out the bundle. "We found it in the northeastern-most horse pastures, and we figured…well…" Éowyn cradled the babe in her arms, smiling down at it.

"Thank you." The guard bowed and left, obviously relieved to be rid of his charge.

"Well," Éowyn crooned to the child. "What shall we call you?" The child moved in her sleep and her eyes flickered. "A little elf…" She stroked the tiny, perfectly pointed ears.

Éowyn took the child out onto the terrace. When the breeze brushed her face, the tiny elf maiden awoke. Her mouth opened in a yawn, but suddenly, a gull's cry rent the air. Gulls seldom came to Rohan, so Éowyn searched the sky for it, but could not find it. The cry came again, and Éowyn looked down in amazement.

"Light's truth!" she whispered. "It's you! I would say that you are too young to have ever been to the sea and heard a gull before, and yet you know its call." She went back inside and laid the babe, who had fallen asleep again, on her bed.

"You need a name," she thought. "An elvish name, though, and having to do with the sea." Éowyn walked back out onto the terrace, thinking. As the wind blew her hair across her face, she saw three horses approaching. As they drew closer, her keen eyes picked out two men, one very old, a dwarf, and an elf.

"The elf will know a fitting name for one of his own kind. Perhaps he will know where she is from." She hurried down to the gate to meet them.

When she got there, they had already entered the throne room. Walking in, she saw her uncle, King Théoden, standing laboriously, and ran to help him. She led him after the guest she now recognized as Gandalf.

"Open!" Gandalf cried, knocking on the throne room door. "The Lord of the Mark comes forth!" The doors opened and a strong wind blew in. "Send your guards down to the stair's foot," said Gandalf. "And you, lady, leave him a while with me. I will care for him."

"Go, Éowyn sister-daughter!" the king agreed. "The time for fear is past." Éowyn left him and went slowly back to her room. At the door, she turned and looked back thoughtfully. She stood still for a moment, as a fair queen surveying her realm, then was gone.

The child slept on Éowyn saw as she entered her chambers, but after a moment, the large, dark eyes opened. Éowyn gently picked her up and began to wander around Edoras. Through the courtyards she walked, ever humming the old lullabies.

For a babe, the elf was very quiet, not making a sound, but fixing her eyes on Éowyn. As she looked into those eyes, Éowyn noticed for the first time how they changed. First green, then blue, then grey. Always dark, but constantly changing.

The two had been walking for nearly an hour when they came upon the elf in a garden. When the child's roving eyes saw him, there seemed to be a light of recognition in them. She opened her mouth and made the cry of a seagull.

Immediately, the elf looked up with startled eyes.

"A strange call," he said. "And yet I know it."

"A seagull, Master Elf," she told him. "Very odd coming from the mouth of a child."

"And elf child, I see. Where is she from?"

"We know not. She was found in one of the horse pastures." The child called again, her now violet eyes fixed on the elf. He gasped.

"The message!" he cried.

"Pardon? What do you mean?"

"The Lady Galadriel sent me a message. She talked about the cry of a gull!"

"What did she say?"

"'Legolas Greenleaf long under tree

In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea!

If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,

Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more.'"

"Well," Éowyn laughed. "You have heard the cry of the gull on the shore. Is that bad? What does it mean?"

"To me, it is unclear, but it does not matter now. What is the babe's name?"

"I have not yet decided. We just found her earlier today. Though since she is an elf, I thought an elvish name would be fitting. And a name having to do with the sea."

"Táralonde," Legolas replied simply.

"That seemed easy for you! What does it mean?"

"Elven Sea Maiden. She is an elf, though she will be raised among men. She can perfectly imitate the call of a seagull. And Maiden? Look at her eyes! Violet ones such as those are rare. She will be beautiful."

"Violet?" Éowyn asked. "But—" She stopped and stared. They were violet indeed. The most gorgeous deep violet ever seen. And they were not changing.

"That's odd," she said. "A moment ago they were changing, ever changing. Blue, green, grey, anything but violet." Just then, a messenger boy came.

"Excuse me Lady, Master," he said, bowing. "You are wanted in the throne room Mater Legolas."

"Thank you. I shall be there shortly." The boy bowed again and left.

"Many thanks for your assistance, Legolas Greenleaf," Éowyn said smiling.

"My pleasure, Lady of Rohan," he replied. "I feel I shall see you again, Táralonde," he continued, looking down at her. "You are quite familiar." He turned and was gone.

"Well," Éowyn whispered. "Táralonde. A fitting name. Though how you are familiar to him I wonder."