Last of a Race: A Legolas Greenleaf fiction

Teasing Legolas

It would be a few days before the Fellowship would depart from Rivendell, as they needed time for preparation.

Ora lay in a flower bed, among one of the beautiful gardens Rivendell had to offer. She stared at the starry night sky as she hummed an old tune.

The sound of familiar footsteps stopped her humming, but she did not look away from the sky above her.

Aragorn sat down in the grass beside her. "What faith have you in this cause, my wolf mother?" He spoke softly, using his childhood term for her.

"All things will come to pass as Eru deems them to. That is the faith I have." She replies. Ora sat up and patted Aragorn's hand. "Long have I known you, it is not fear that brings you to me. Your heart is full of conflict and sorrow, these are matters of love to which you come?"

Aragorn nodded. "Have I done right by Arwen?"

"That is for your heart to decide, I can not give you guidance in this." She stood up and stretched. "Go sleep, it is late and mornings come early." Ending the conversation, she ruffles Aragorn's hair before walking away.

Her bare feet pad silently over the ground before her sensitive hearing picks up the approach of another. She recognises Legolas' scent long before he falls into stride with her.

"Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. I would recognise the scent of Thranduil's bloodline anywhere." She greets him, not faltering in her path towards her bed chambers.

"And you are Ora, last of your kin. The others speak highly of you. Even Aragorn has once gave mention of your name." He replies, his gaze moving from her ears to her tail.

Stopping at the door of her room, she leans against it and looks him over. "Is that why you come? To speak my name and stare unabashedly at me?" She jests, earning a blush from the elf. It is obvious to her that Legolas is not used to women speaking this way to him, and it brings her perverse joy to tease him.

"No... I... I came because I am curious, are you truly as skilled as I am led to believe? You can hold your own in battle and will not need our aid when you rip your dress?" He obviously didn't like her teasing, and was now replying with his own, his true purpose for bothering her now forgotten.

She chuckles at his words. "I need not prove myself. But I wouldn't mind showing off." She grins and moves towards him quickly, causing him to take several steps back. She backs him against the wall. "But not this night." She coos in his pointed, delicate ear. She traces the pads of her fingers over the tip, and smirks as he shivers. "Goodnight, princeling." She laughs, walking into her room and shutting the door behind her.

•••

Morning came early, just as she had told Aragorn the night previous.

She dressed in a tunic and breeches, lined with furs. She braided back her long, black hair, a matching colour to the fur on her ears and tail.

It was still two days before the Fellowship was to depart and Ora made her way through the halls and corridors, following the smell of breakfast.

"Why do elves eat all this green stuff?" She heard a dwarf mutter from a table in the dining hall.

"Good morning, Lady wolf!" Her ears twitched as she turned towards the two halflings that spoke to her.

"Good morning.... Merry and Pip, correct?" She had not yet been introduced to the hobbits, but had recalled hearing their names.

"Aye." Replied Merry. "I'm Merry, this is Pip." He established which was which and she smiled.

"I am known as Ora. Have you already broke your fast?" She asked with a smile, knowing full well how oft a hobbit liked to eat.

They both nodded their heads. "Yes, ma'am. We're off to find Frodo." Pip told her and soon after, the two were off and away.

She quickly found Aragorn and Legolas, who were breaking their fast together. She sat next to Aragorn and across from Legolas who looked at her once before quickly casting his gaze away.

"Good morning, Ora." Aragorn greeted as Legolas murmured his own greeting. She knew he was probably flustered from her previous teasing.

"Morning." She replied before grabbing several grapes off Legolas' plate.

"Those were mine." He accused feebly.

She popped one into her mouth and ate it. "You weren't eating it."

Aragorn laughed. "Don't argue with her. I know from my youth that if she wants it, she'll take it. I've suffered the loss of many foods off my plate by her."

"And you'll suffer many more." She wagged a finger and grabbed his fork, using it to steal a bite of egg before returning the utensil. "Thanks for the grape, Princeling." She winked at Legolas and patted Aragorn's head before once more striding off.

Aragorn could already tell that she was enjoying herself, teasing his elvish friend.

•••

The rest of the day passed, and while the other members of the Fellowship trained and readied themselves for the journey ahead, Ora acted like she was a few thousand years younger, and took every opportunity to tease Legolas.

Although she was having fun, the elf prince was not enjoying himself. As her jests could range anywhere from being cruel to flirtatious and he wasn't sure what she wanted of him.

Which was why he had decided to confront her, and ask her to stop.

He stood outside her bed chambers and knocked on the wooden door, the sun was setting in the distance but no response came from her.

He decided she was not in, and thought perhaps he'd play a mischief of his own on her. He slid open the door to her room and quietly went in.

Attached to her room was a small bathing area, and just as he was about to set up a small prank, he heard the light splashing of water.

Ora had been bathing, the water around her kept her from smelling Legolas and he hadn't knocked hard enough for her to hear.

She stepped out of her bath and walked out of the bathing room, happy to be and smell clean. But she was not happy when she was greeted with Legolas, who let out a surprised yelp at her appearance and nudity.

"My lady! Forgive me!" He yelled, unnecessarily too loud.

She blinked her red eyes at him and grinned devilishly. She took a few steps closer to the elf before shaking her whole body out like a canine, drenching him in her bath water.

"Get out of here, pervert." She made shooing motions with her hands and Legolas fled the room. He'd probably never run so fast in all his years.

Once he was gone she laughed. Perhaps she would enjoy her time with the Fellowship, or, at least, teasing Legolas.