I have just three comments before my story begins.
1) I do not own this, Tolkien was the mastermind behind this world (And all titles are from Shakespeare, his plays have a quote for everything).
2) This a AU, with some events being switched around, and some other things being different. Don't be surprised if I change some things to the story.
3) I lost patience before I could get a beta for this story. Please, if something does not make sense, tell me exactly what it is. I will not be offended, like any other writer, I want my story to make sense. Just tell me if it doesn't.
It was dinner in Lothlórien, and the fellowship of the ring was eating with the Lady Galadriel, and the Lord Celeborn. The hobbits were of course eating, but the rest of the company was focusing on other manners. Aragorn was agonizing over the path ahead; Boromir was struggling with what the Lady had told him; and Gimli was too entranced with her beauty even to eat. Legolas, unafraid, was talking cheerfully with Galadriel and Celeborn, about things that mattered little to any being but the elves. Boromir finally looked up.
"I give up." He sighed. "You elves must fear nothing, if your power is this much, my Lady."
Galadriel laughed. "My power is great, but it is not the greatest among my people. I once knew an elvish queen who could easily best me in her rage."
Aragorn looked up, called from his worries by her words. "Who among elves is stronger than you?" He asked, puzzled.
The Lady of the Lorien stood up. "Has Legolas told you nothing of his mother?" She asked, amused. The entire fellowship looked at their elvish member, who looked incredibly embarrassed. Galadriel continues, "Of course I speak of Himlóm, queen of what you mortals call the Mirkwood, though it was not called that in her time."
"In all fairness," Celeborn interjected, "Whether or not she was ever queen was debatable, given the circumstances." He stopped, as Galadriel shot him a look.
"I have not heard any stories." Aragorn commented. "Ranrûth was too grieved over her mother's passing, and Legolas was too young to know any." He looked over at his friend, suddenly worried that he had offended Legolas. To his delight, Legolas agreed with him.
"Oh please, Lady Galadriel." He begged. "I only know her from, and there are so few spoken in anything but whispers."
Galadriel looked uncertain. "I do not wish to awaken any grief." She sighed. "Himlóm was family."
However, the hobbits had stopped eating at the thought of a good story. "Better to talk about it than just cry" Pippin said, in one of his few sensible moments.
The Lady smiled. "You are correct. Perhaps," She said, wistfully, "If my people understood that, then our time would not now be ending." Looking across at the fellowship, she saw that even Boromir had turned to look, curious at a look at their most mysterious companion's family. Galadriel then looked to the centerpiece of the table. It was a candlestick, made of mithril, a serpent coiling around the center, with two emeralds as its eyes. "It begins, I suppose, in Valinor."