Last of a Race: A Legolas Greenleaf fiction

The Game is On

The Fellowship set out in the early morning. With Frodo in their lead. Ora gave Legolas a teasing wink as he walked passed her.

With a look to all those in the Fellowship, Frodo led the way out of Rivendell, only pausing for a second outside the gates to whisper a question to Gandalf. With her enhanced hearing, Ora picked up on his words quite quickly and had to suppress a chuckle. "Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?"

"Left." Gandalf instructed Frodo quietly, who immediately turned to walk left.

Legolas kept his distance as they walked, causing Ora to believe he was still embarrassed over her actions the nights previous. Or may have been a bit to do with her attire.

Ora, as was normal for her, wore breeches cut off at the knees and a short sleeved tunic, along with no shoes. It was quite immodest for a female, and earned her quite a few uncomfortable stares.

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"We must hold to this course, west of the Misty Mountains, for 40 days. If our luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there, our road turns east to Mordor." Gandalf spoke, as the group ate their dinner.

Ora sat off to the side by herself, picking at sausage with her fingers. She watched absentmindedly as Boromir tried to teach Merry and Pip to fight with swords, but ultimately her attention was elsewhere.

For the few days they had journeyed so far, Legolas had paid her no heed. This was not something she was accustomed to. Ora was used to being the one gathering attention, if it was what she desired.

She lightly registered conversation between Gimli and Gandalf but it wasn't until Aragorn called her over that her thoughts were broken.

"Ora! Come sit with me. Let us watch the two young hobbits, shall we?" He motions to her and she gives him a smile, unable to tell the mortal she had all but raised 'no'.

She sits at his side and watches the hobbits and Boromir play.

Boromir accidentally hits Pip with the tip of his sword. "Sorry!" He apologizes quickly, only to have Pip kick him in the shins. Ora lets out a laugh at Boromir's pain.

"Get him!" Merry yells as he hits Boromir in the knees, causing him to fall over. Merry and Pip quickly jump on him, pinning him down, earning more laughter from Ora and Aragorn.

"For the Shire!" Merry yells just as Pip shouts; "Hold him down, Merry!"

"Gentlemen! That's enough!" Ora grins as Aragorn moves to Boromir's aide, picking the hobbits up. It was a fool hearty move as they wrap their arms around his legs and trip him, causing Aragorn to also fall to the ground.

Ora hops up from her sitting position and growls playfully. "Hold down Boromir! Pip, Merry!" She laughs as she pounces on Aragorn, pinning him to the dirt. Merry and Pip grin at each other before jumping on Boromir, continuing their attack.

Aragorn rolls his eyes, but plays along nonetheless. He mimics a growl like Ora's before tossing her off him, he knows that if it weren't play fighting, he wouldn't be able to knock her off with such ease, but she rolls with it and allows it to happen.

"What is that?" Sam asks of something on the wind, as Boromir and Aragorn finally stand up, ridding themselves of their attackers.

"Nothing. Just a wisp of cloud." Gimli dismisses the black mass high above.

Ora's ears flatten against her head as a real growl escapes her throat.

"Its moving fast. Against the wind." Boromir says.

"Crebain from Dunland!" Legolas shouts.

"Hide!" Ora yells, instructing the group quickly.

The group hastens to put out the fire and hide themselves in different spots around their camp, out of the sight of the Crebain.

Ora finds herself pressed up against the dirt, with bushes above her as Legolas squishes into her hiding spot. He presses his body taut against hers, laying himself on top of her and gives her a smirk. She knows this is his payback for how she treated him back in Rivendell, but gives him a grin.

If there's one thing Legolas doesn't know, its that Ora is not easily flustered. She proves this by leaning forward and flicking her tongue out over the sensitive tip of his ear, earning a moan, causing her to hold her hand over his mouth to silence the sound.

By the time the large birds have passed over the campsite, Legolas is redder than a tomato. He is the first out of his hiding spot, and he retreats away from her with a speed she didn't know elves had.

"Spies of Saruman. The passage south is being watched. We must take the Pass of Caradhras." Gandalf says as the rest of the Fellowship comes out of hiding. Aragorn gives Ora a strange look as he notices Legolas' fluster.

She just shrugs her shoulders at him.

As they make way towards the Caradhras, Ora falls in step with Legolas.

"You can not win any competitions of a seductive nature against me, if you continue to fluster so easily." She whispers.

Legolas turns his head towards her and frowns. "So its a competition then? I like this idea. Whomever falls to the seduction and can no longer resist the other wins?" He suggests. Ora flicks her tail with a grin.

"Aye. Whoever pleads for a kiss or some sort of release from the game first, loses. The victor shall get to choose her prize once the game is over." Ora responds.

Legolas takes her hand in his. "So it is agreed. The game is on." He shakes her hand, earning them odd glances from the rest of the Fellowship.