I do not own LOTR, but have borrowed a few character names from the story (this is, after all, fan fiction). Any other name or place that is not from LOTR is property of ME. Yes, Legolas is PART of the love story, but this story does not revolve around him. Be patient, remember, you had to wait how long to see him in the movie? This chapter is rated 'G', but rating may change with each chapter.
There are many tales of love that pass throughout the ages. Some well known, such as Beren and Luthien, but many more remain unknown. This is the tale of one that was not destined to be, and of another that had to overcome much before it could ever begin. As sometimes love will, it comes from the least likely place and surprises everyone. More so, those whom do not seek it.
The Elves were tall, slender and extremely beautiful in appearance. Some had hair of blonde, others of brown, but all had eyes of either blue or gray. Few were the numbers of those who had hair the color of midnight and still, even fewer bore eyes of green. Kalen, was such an elf. Her raven hair fell in shining waves down to the middle of her back, and her eyes were the color of polished emeralds; the eyes of her father. Those eyes told all who gazed on her fair face that she was not of full Elven blood. She was the product of a love that was doomed to end in heartbreak, for falling in love with one from another race was greatly discouraged.
Kalen's mother had been forbidden to see her lover, as her father found him an unworthy suitor, and full of the flaws of mortal man. They had kept their meetings secret until the day she became with child. She was sent away before she could tell her lover of his impending fatherhood. When the young man learned that she was gone, he demanded to know her whereabouts. He was told that she had been wed to another, more worthy male of her own kind. Heartbroken, he returned to the lands of his family and forefathers.
Knowing that he had lost his true love to another, he accepted an offer to marry a girl of his fathers choosing. He knew that he would never love her as he did his elf maiden, but decided that life in a loveless marriage would bring him more happiness than life alone. When news of his marriage reached her, as her father ordered, she was stricken by grief. The very thought that her love could take another to call "wife" ripped out her very heart and sickened her inside. Had the love he had so eagerly professed been only a lie as her father had insisted? Every day, the grief in her heart grew and every time she looked at the beautiful child, the only thing she saw was her own sorrow. It became more of a burden than her heart or body could bear and she was taken from the Earth and her child before her time.
Upon hearing of his daughter's death, the Elven Lord had his grandchild brought before him. Although he grieved the loss of his child, the resentment he felt towards the mortal man outweighed his grief. He looked upon the innocent face of his child's daughter. He would not allow her to follow in the footsteps of her mother. Love would accomplish nothing but bring sorrow to all involved. This child was going to be better for never having known it from a male. He would send her to Taureliloomis, a forest inhabited by female warriors who had become segregated from males of every race. It seemed almost impossible that she would ever encounter men, but if by chance she should, the Elders would surely have taught her the "evil" ways of men by that time.
When the child had been taken, the Elven lord was left alone with his thoughts and consumed by the realization that HE, in his need to control, had been the real source of all the grief suffered by his daughter, and now the grief that he too, suffered. He knew that this same grief would soon bring him to rest beside his only child.
The mortal man lived and died, never knowing of the child that bore his eyes of green.