Author's Note: Hello dear readers! I wrote this almost 10 years ago, based off a theory someone had had about Legolas's mother -not- actually being the Queen and that he had been born sometime after her alleged death.
The snow swirled around the two figures, cloaks flapping and rippling, "It's better this way…" Said the woman with eyes the color of heather; filled to the brim with sadness. The man regarded her solemnly, "…Do you truly believe that?" He reached for her then, his large palm cupping her chilled cheek, and fingers brushed aside unruly blonde curls. Her breath hitched, she blinked, and twin tears fell like large drops of rain while with quivering lips she tried to form a smile, "…No." She admitted regretfully. Then she stepped back, away from his familiar touch and shining blue eyes that gleamed like stars; if she lingered there she feared she would not be able to go. His hand remained in the air for a moment before he slowly lowered it to his side, "Someday, you will return to me." He murmured, almost pleading, almost commanding.
Another step brought her further away from him and the snow began to envelope her as the storm around them grew, "For both our sakes…let us hope not." She whispered, eyes glancing behind him to a third figure atop a dark horse, holding a small bundle close to protect it from the chill. A stab of longing pierced both their hearts in that moment as she tore her gaze from it before she drew up the hood of her cloak, obscuring her face from his view, and he forced himself to turn away; unable to bear the sight of her leaving. Not even her footprints would be visible in the snow. It would be as if she never existed. She was gone.
"Your mother loved you, Legolas."
And that was why she left.