Teveldin was thrust into adulthood while still a young elfling, living beneath the sheltered boughs of Mirkwood and dreaming of nothing more than following in his father’s footsteps and becoming a member of the Royal Guard. Due to their proximity to the palace, a friendship was quickly kindled between young Teveldin and Legolas Thranduilion, prince of Mirkwood, and the two became inseparable. As Captain of the Royal Guard, Aremis Narthaelion was wisely hesitant to grant his son’s wish to join the ranks, and only moments after at last allowing Teveldin the freedom he asked for, his worst fears were realized. In a swift, strategic strike, a battalion of orcs attacked their forest home and set fire to the lofty heights, felling Teveldin’s father in the battle. Teveldin had been sent for help, but was apprehended on the road and forced to watch his home rise in flame, while his mother and young sister were still trapped somewhere within.

The days that followed became a darkened nightmare to the mind of Teveldin, who was forced to endure unimaginable cruelty at the hands of his evil captors. To this day, his mind will not reveal to him all of his memories of those days, though he does remember his amazing escape through the power of his ancestral ring and the aid delivered to him in the form of a humongous white wolf. The wolf– the real or imagined spirit of the great elf-lord Beres– carried him to safety in Gondor, where he was discovered by the rangers. The nomadic clan took him in, treating his wounds and caring for him while his memories failed him.

The years that followed brought Teveldin abruptly into manhood as he trained, fought, and bled alongside the rangers. Eventually, however, those humans he had known and loved grew old and passed away while the elf’s youth remained, and he found that his elven years would only doom him to renewed heartache if he remained among them. And so, he left the rangers to begin life on his own as a traveler, a wanderer, a homeless outcast. He shied away from returning to his homeland, and consequently, would never know that his dear friend Legolas had lead the search party that had sought him for decades after the merciless battle in which he had lost his family. He would never know that Lord Thranduil, the elf who had been a second father to him, had declared a winter of mourning for his Captain’s family and his son Legolas’ lost brother. Nor would Teveldin ever discover that Tyndel, the young sister lost to him, had emerged safely from the burning wreckage of her home and went to live with the King Thranduil and his family in the heart of Mirkwood.

For now, his life is that of the ranger; the pariah and the outcast for he knows full well that his unknown quest may never lead him home.