Author's Note: Okay, I'm getting really irritated by the fact that everyone reads only the first chapter, and assumes this is Mary Sue crap. The problem with that idea is that I really really dislike Legolas the pansy elf, okay?
This IS NOT A MARY SUE!
And if you read past the first chapter, you will know absolutely why.
Thank you.
Legolas met her in Lothlorien, after Mithrandir's death. She had silver hair, and silver eyes, and her smile was like the rising sun. He saw her as he wandered in the many gardens of Lothlorien, a shining angel, dancing in a moonlit clearing, covered in snow. He stood like one entranced, watching her graceful movements, worship in his eyes. She glanced his way once or twice, but did not speak. Finally he spoke, breaking the silence.
"Is this a dream, for if it is, I wish it would never end." he said.
"This is no dream, Legolas of Mirkwood." she said continuing her dance.
"How is that you know my name, though we have never met?" he said.
"All in Lothlorien know your name, and the names of your companions." She said. She danced to him, and stopped inches from his face. She looked in his eyes, and her smile stole his heart. "Will you not dance with me?" she asked, her eyes alluring.
"I would dance with you forever." he whispered, as he took her hands in his. She led him into the middle of the clearing, holding his eyes with her own. They began to dance. The rest of the night seemed to pass by in a blur. Later, all he could remember was her shining eyes, and her soft voice, and the moonlight in her hair.
Then the moon went down, and a light showed in the East. Slowly she dropped his hands and turned away.
"Wait." he said. "Why do you go?"
She turned back to him, sorrow in her eyes. "I must." she said. "My father is old fashioned, and would have me marry one of Lothlorien. I cannot be found with any outsider, even one such as you, my prince," she said, putting a hand to his cheek.
"I would brave anything for you." he said.
"I know." she said.
"Lady, my heart begs to know: What is your name?" he asked softly.
"My name?" she said softly, moving forward till they were scant inches apart. "My name is Temariel." She kissed him on the cheek, then as suddenly as she had appeared, she had disappeared, into the evening mist.