Hopeless. That's how Dawn was feeling as she was being dressed for her wedding day. Her skirt was shaped like a flower blossom, the top looked as if it was made of large petals, and she had flowers in her hair. All were ivory. She wasn't wearing any shoes, the only thing she had a say in. She didn't even like white. The elves thought it was a color of reverence. She thought it was too plain. None the less, she had to wear it. After she was dressed, her new maids left her all to herself.

"So this is it," she said too herself. "This is the end of my life. This is what my father wanted for me? Too be married to a cold elven king and be surrounded by his pathetic, hateful children? All they care about is themselves and their precious father."

"Not all of us," said Legolas, who was leaning against the door frame. Dawn turned and glared at him.

"It is rude to sneak up on people."

"And it is also rude to speak bad about someone in their home." He smirked as he walked towards her. "And Ada is not cold, or at least not as cold as you think. Reserved maybe, but not cold. And we are all not my brother. He took my mother's passing the hardest. He was quite close to her." Dawn's face softened.

"How did she die?" He frowned.

"She was walking through the woods, picking flowers and breathing in the fresh air. That's when they came, the spiders. They chased her home, and just before she could reach the gate…" He looked out the window. "They dragged her back to their nest deep in the forest. Ada had it set on fire, and they burned alive inside."

"I am truly sorry. I too lost my mother." He turned and looked at her.

"How?"

"She was very ill. She died was I was six."

"I am sorry for your loss."

"My two eldest brothers were married. The eldest had a child. They only came back to bury her. My other three brothers were as heartbroken as I. Maybe even more. As soon as they came of age, they married and left. 'The sons of Bree. The cowards of Bree.' I heard that every day. After that it was just me and Papa."

"Maybe staying was too much, too painful for them."

"They were too weak to even come and see her. They were even too weak to come and take care of their little sister. My father sent word I was to marry your father. None of them answered." She looked at him, and he could the pain in her eyes. The betrayal. "It no longer matters." She grabbed her flowers, which were also white, and walked towards him. "Let us be done with this. Shall we?" He nodded and led her outside to the garden.

The wedding was small and quick. Words were said, in elvish of course, and rings were given. The kiss she and Thranduil shared was one as meaningless as they felt. After the ceremony there was music, food, and dancing. Thranduil cared for none of it. It was more for his people rather than himself. He simply sat there, beside his new bride. Occasionally he would glance over at Dearon, who was spending his time flirting with women. He knew all too well how much it displeased him, but really didn't care. Legolas and Idril, on the other hand, were actually celebrating with the other elves.

When the hour was late and Thranduil had his fill of wine, he led Dawn back to his chambers. She was quite taken back by his room. All the gold and greens surprised her. She actually liked it. That was, however, until her eyes landed on his very large bed. Their bed. Neither said a word through the act. She held her tears through the pain. And when it was all over and he was asleep beside her, she got up, put on a robe, and went out to the balcony. She looked up at the stars and let her tears run freely.

"So this is what you wanted Papa? This is how my life will be till the end of my days?" The silence was her answer. Yes.

I hope you like it. And no I don't know what happened to Legolas' mother, but I thought this would be interesting. Please read and review.