I felt a familiar twinge in my heart, that was always there when I spoke of my mother. It was followed by a feeling of loss and emptiness and I swallowed hard. Legolas's head jerked up to meet my eyes at my words.

"Aragorn would not have killed her." He told me with anger.

"He condemned her to death the moment he tossed her aside for his precious Arwen." I sneered the name.

"What do you mean?"

"My mother was very special. She was something very few people ever get the chance to meet. A Maia in human form." Legolas's hands on my sides went still and dropped away as he gasped. I ignored him and kept on with the story. "When she met Aragorn, it was her Begetting Season. The kind of Maia my mother was meant that she would only have one Begetting Season, some have more than one and other never do. Like any good mother she sought only the best mate for her child, the strongest, most talented and most attractive. She had her choice of any of the races. She did not chose the Dwarves because of their isolated nature and desire for jewels above all else. She did not chose the Istari, because while they were wise and good natured above all else, they were want for power, nor did she chose the Elves, because while they were strong, talented and beautiful they lacked the same thing all the others did. A connection and regard for all the races. So she chose the race of Man. Man was fallible, but quickly learned from their mistakes and made to ensure that the past did not repeat. Man did not see themselves as better than the other races, of course some Men did, but to her the majority did not. Once she had decided upon the race she sought the best of Man and found Aragorn. A man who was a king by right, but had shunned his birthright because he did not think himself worthy of the Crown. He did not want to lead the race of Man, he wanted to help them. He lived with the Elves from a baby and had the beauty of them. He was kind to the Dwarven people and possessed their stout strength, and found himself good friends with an Istari and possessed the wisdom of one. When they met Aragorn was undecided about his feelings for the Elf maid and my mother became his confidant and friend after many months. My mother soon realized that not only was this the man she needed, but that she had come to love him as well. She told Aragorn of her feelings for him and he reciprocated them, before they laid together my mother told him that she had a great wealth of magic inside her that would allow her to love only once and should the one she love cast her aside she would perish. Knowing that Aragorn still laid with her and thus I was conceived. Days later Aragorn was forced to leave with the Rangers and my mother promised that once she got her affairs in order she would follow after him. Two months after that Aragorn left her for the Elf maid and my mother shattered. She would not die until I was born and able to care for myself. That was when she found Gandalf. He took her in and cared for her until I was born, and then he cared for me as I watched my mother waste away into the ghost of a woman. When I was twenty-three she finally died." I finished my story and saw that Legolas we looking at me with wide eyes.

"You should not despair, you will see your mother again." He told me softly.

"No I will not, and that is why I am so angry with him. He took my mother from me and I will never see her again." I snapped.

"What do you mean? You will see her in Valinor." I gave a humorless laugh.

"My mother was no mere Maia. She was Beira the Frost Queen."

"What?" Legolas breathed the question.

"Now you understand. Because of her title, my mother did not go back to Valinor."

"She faded into the earth. The Elves all felt her passing and we mourned her." He paused for a moment before his eyes went wide. "That makes you the Frost Queen." He exclaimed.

"No. I turned away from the Crown a long time ago. The Frost Throne sits empty and most likely will until the world falls into destruction." I told him.

"For how much you say you dislike him, you are acting a lot like Aragorn." Legolas said coldly.

"You are wrong. I did not turn from the Crown because I felt I was unworthy of it. I turned away because I did not want to be Queen. I did not feel that was where my path lay. There are some who disagree with my decision."

"Gandalf?"

"Along with Elrond, Galadriel and Celeborn to name a few."

"They are right. Whether you want it or not that Crown belongs to you. It is a birthright that only you can claim. For what it is worth I think that you would make a good Queen." Legolas said as he finished binding my wounds. I looked at him for a few moments before asking my question.

"Why do you think that?"

"You care greatly for the hobbits and for the others on this quest. You risked your very life to try and protect Frodo. You knew what the consequences for that might be, yet you did it still. You see the beauty in the world around you and cherish it. You hate your father and yet you tried to save him when he was injured in the mines. Even though you were injured and grief stricken you carried on. You possess great strength. All of that makes for a good ruler. The Elves can sense the discord in the world. It makes sense now that I know that there is not a ruler for the Frost people. That discord is not a good thing. The Frost cannot be without a ruler for long, you know that." Legolas said. I was shocked that he had noticed all those things, or that he had even been taking notice of me in the first place.

He stood and bowed to me before leaving the clearing and leaving me to my thoughts.