Last of a Race: A Legolas Greenleaf fiction

Story of Her Past

A/N: So I'm going a little off the books in this one. By that I mean in the books, they were in Lothlorien for a few days, so I'm going to say our beautiful fellowship is there for a week. I have my reasons. Enjoy!

Also the song belongs to Imperial Mouth.

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A few days passed, and the Fellowship remained in Lothlorien, regathering their strength.

Legolas kept mostly to being with the other elves, and was only really seen during mealtimes. As for Ora, she could oft be found with Haldir, as they had struck up quite the friendship, yet it was obvious to all that Legolas envied the time Haldir spent with her.

Legolas decided on their fourth night there, that he would spend the night with the rest of the Fellowship, in hopes to have more time with Ora.

He waited impatiently through dinner, wondering where the Wolf Walker was.

"Ora sups with Haldir most nights." Aragorn said, offering the answer to the question Legolas hadn't verbally asked. "She'll return on her own time."

A few hours more pass before Ora and Haldir find their way to the Fellowship, Ora laughing at some trivial thing the elf had said.

Legolas' eyes narrowed in jealousy at the two, in his thoughts, it should be him causing her to be so happy. He watched with pursed lips as she bid Haldir a goodnight and sat herself next to Aragorn.

"Ah! Legolas! You grace us with your presence!" Her tone was jovial and he knew she was jesting with him.

"I believe I'm the one who should be saying that. You and Haldir seem tied at the hip." He meant for it to come out in a teasing tone, but all he could muster was jealousy.

Ora frowned and shook her head, deciding to let his tone go and not engage him in an argument over who she would befriend.

"Lady Ora!" Pip piped up, coming to her side. "I've been wondering, why are you the last of your kin?"

"Forgive me, but I've also wondered that. The stories say your people were Sauron's pets..." Boromir added to the conversation as he turned to look at her.

A silence washed over the Fellowship, all humour fading away as they awaited Ora to either deny their request or to tell the story.

With downcast eyes and a deep breath, Ora began to speak. "Our Alpha decided we would follow Sauron. I was the only Wolf Walker who saw this as a wrong decision.

You see, when the Alpha gives a command, it is final. We have not the will or ability to disobey. So I was left with not many options.

The reason I survived when they did not, is because I turned from my kin. I gave up my right to call myself one of them.

In doing so, I gave up my family, my friends, my magics...

I turned away from them and from Sauron. I thought my punishment would be my exile from my people and my loss of my full ability to use wolf magics.

But it was truly to see my kin perish.

I just didn't want to be a part of that evil... And I was afraid of it as well. "

Legolas looked at her as she spoke. He took in her body language, the ears pressed against her head, her tail curled over her leg, and he was sorry that she lost so much.

"What is wolf magic?" Gimli asked, changing the subject from his friend's pain.

Ora gave him a soft smile. "A wolf has the magics to heal themselves, to speak to other beasts, and to listen in on the thoughts of others... Plus, the magics we have serve another purpose.