The Rising of the Sun
by jenelin

Author's note: Yes, it is a Legolas/non-Tolkien-character romance, for which I feel rather conformist at this point, with such things floating around in abundance in the wake of the film (although I have been meaning to write such a thing since long before the movie). However, this is not a film Legolas. And, as I am not Tolkien, I cannot claim that it is a book Legolas either, although I would like to think that I am somewhere in that region. That said, no characters in this story belong to me apart from the elf maiden Telëariel, who came into my head one night saying, "Write me!"

This first chapter is written in a rather "fairy tale"-ish way, as if the story were being told to someone. Later chapters will slowly move away from this before coming back to it at the end. Enjoy!


I: In Caras Galadhon

In Caras Galadhon, deep in Lothlórien, there once dwelt an elf maiden, Telëariel, who was an attendant of the Lady Galadriel.

It was said that Telëariel had once left the Golden Wood and had met a Man of Gondor who had stolen her heart and left her. When Telëariel returned to her home she had changed, and her grey eyes no longer shone like the stars. The elves took to calling her Telëariel the Broken-Hearted, and her sorrow made them sad.

But the Lady of the Wood gave Telëariel a place in her court, and the maiden's dark moods did not dull the brilliance of the Lady. Galadriel pitied her, for she knew what it was to love, and she told Telëariel that she was meant to love again. But Telëariel listened not, and she wandered the woods every night, mourning her tragedy, though centuries passed by and the man she had loved had long turned to dust.

Then one day the Fellowship of the Ring entered Lórien, and Telëariel's heart began to mend.


Telëariel had heard whispers of a strange group that had come to Lórien, but she did not pay them much mind. She meant to go walk in the wood, but she was stopped and bid to come to the Lord and Lady's court. So it was that Telëariel watched, nearly hidden, as Galadriel spoke to the company who had crossed their borders.

She looked in curiosity on the hobbits, for she had never seen any of their kind. Aragorn, he who was called Elessar, was already known to her, for he had walked Lórien's paths before. She looked disgustedly at Gimli, the dwarf and the elf Legolas who appeared to be his friend.

And then, for good or for ill, Telëariel's eyes came to rest on the man Boromir, and she felt her tired heart come to life. She saw that his face was troubled, and she longed to comfort him. Telëariel forgot her former love and freely gave her heart to Boromir, though she did not know him, and though he knew not of her existence.

But the Lady Galadriel saw, and she was troubled.

When the visitors went to sleep, Telëariel watched Boromir from afar, and her heart went out to him. She crept to him, and would have left a kiss on his forehead if there had not been a whisper in her ear.

"I would not have you disturb my friend tonight. He is restless enough in this wood."

Telëariel backed away and found the elf Legolas watching her, hand on his knife.

"I mean no harm," she whispered, bowing her head.

And Legolas smiled on her, for Telëariel was fair, and her hair was like the moonless sky. "Forgive me, I did not mean to frighten you."

"You did not frighten me, Legolas Dwarf-friend," she said, and her tone was not kindly.

"You mean to insult, but I care not. Gimli has shown himself worthy to be my friend, or I have shown myself worthy enough to be his."

Telëariel frowned, not liking the shame she felt, for she did not understand it.

"Then I take my leave," she whispered. "For it shall not be said that any elf of Lórien brings displeasure to our guests."

She silently disappeared into the night, and Legolas was left with his thoughts. He stayed and watched Boromir until dawn, and he was troubled.

And if anyone besides Legolas noticed that Telëariel watched the small group every night thereafter, they did not speak of it, and Legolas did not think it worth his mention.

So it was that Boromir's sleep in the Golden Wood was watched over by one who would have given him anything in her power, if he would have taken it. But Boromir slept unknowingly, and Telëariel, desiring no more words with the elven prince, did not try to approach him again.

And when the Company left Lothlórien, Telëariel wept, for her love had gone unnoticed, and her heart was sad. She longed to know her love, and to follow him where he went.

The Lady Galadriel sensed her unrest, and the reason for it. "You are not fated to love the race of Men. To follow this one, whose heart you do not know, would not be wise."

But Telëariel's heart felt that it knew best, and she determined to leave her home and follow her heart's desire. "Perhaps it is not wise, but I could not forgive myself if I did not try."

In the end, Galadriel could not persuade Telëariel to stay. "Go then, but know you do not go with my blessing. Your way will be hard, and you may find that your desire is not what you truly want. But know also that you will always have a home here, for I once left my land against the will of some, and I would not make you an exile."

So Telëariel left ancient Laurelindórenan and followed the Fellowship, knowing not that Boromir was already dead.