A fool. That's what he was. A fool. He looked weak. Thrandruil, the mighty king of the Woodland Realm, was marrying a mortal. A mortal of all people. His advisors said it was a sign of acceptance to all the people of Middle Earth. His children saw it as a betrayal to their long deceased mother. None the less, he was marrying her.
Dawn was her name. Her father, Cliff, was a simple man from Bree. He had five older sons, who had all married and left him. He was an old, sick man. He didn't want to give up his beautiful daughter, but he didn't want for her to be left alone. He tried to find a suitor fit for his young daughter, who would take care of her and teach her new things about the world. When no mortal one could be found, he looked to the elves. He begged the mighty king to marry her, or have his son, Legolas do it. The king refused to have his son, the future king, take such a weak woman for his queen. He agreed to marry her, if only to get rid of the old man.
So five moons later, in the middle of May, he awaited Dawn's arrival. He waited upon his throne, surrounded by his children. Legolas stood to his right. He did not approve of this marriage, but respected his father's wishes. Dearon, his younger brother stood to his father's left. Unlike his older brother and father, Dearon had dark brown hair, but still had their bright blue eyes. He too did not approve of this marriage, and made it well known. And at Thranduil's feet, sat his daughter, Idril. She too had brown hair, but instead of blue eyes, she had light green ones. And although she didn't like the idea of her father marrying again, she thought he needed someone else to talk to. She felt as if he was secretly lonely.
They all waited in silence until the doors opened. The children all looked at each other nervously. No one had met or even seen this strange woman who would soon be their new stepmother. All were nervous. But as they turned to look at the door, they doubted their nervousness. For in walked a fair, young lady with long, flowing, pale blonde hair. Her eyes were a light, crystal blue. She was small, but looked as confident as a dragon. She walked in proudly, with her head held high. Not afraid to look the royal family in the eye. Thranduil was quite thrown back at this mortal's boldness. Just from her walking in, he felt as though something had changed. As if it was the dawning of a new day.