Last of a Race: A Legolas Greenleaf fiction

Internal Struggles

Ora tore through flesh and bone, her fangs and claws decimating Uruk-Hai after Uruk-Hai.

But no matter how many she killed, more and more took their places. Her mouth was filled with the nasty taste of their blood, just as her nostrils were overwhelmed by the scent of it.

It soon became hard to keep up. Especially once she was surrounded and they were attempting to pile onto her body and hold her down.

She did all she could to knock them off, but soon enough she was held still by the sheer amount and weight of all that held onto her.

Their reasoning was revealed when one produced a leather collar, tanned blacker than anything she had yet seen. It radiated a strong, evil magic and she wrenched and fought to be free of their grasps.

But it was to no avail as the leather collar was fastened onto her neck. The effect was instantaneous, an evil and unyielding power seeped into her mind; Sauron.

He immediately began to wage a war on her mind to get her to come to his wishes.

She receded deep into her own mind as her body thrashed of its own accord. Ora realised quickly that she had a choice: Fight back with her body and allow her mind to be taken by Sauron, or fight back with her mind and allow the evil magic of the collar to control her body.

She chose the latter.

Her mind was a battlefield of its own as Sauron fought for any information he could gain on the Fellowship, but Ora countered him at every strike.

Even as he chanted loud and clear, she replayed old memories in her thoughts to keep him at bay.

Outside of her mind, her body complied to the feral and rabid place the collar took her.

The Uruk-Hai chained her and led her away. Her body was as any dumb beast, snarling and viscous and unthinking.

But her mind quickly tired, she was not stronger than Sauron. So she did the only thing she could.

Ora gave up thought and emotion and memory. Ora became nothing more than a wild beast.

Ora ceased to exist.

All that was left was a large and feral wolf, the size of a full grown horse.

It took many of the Uruk-Hai to lead her away from the battle.

And once they had the halflings, they fled with the wolf.

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"Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore!" Legolas cries, even as his eyes search for any trace of Ora. Yet in his heart he knows she has been taken.

Aragorn stands still and says nothing in response. It is evident he won't go after the two Hobbits that are set out to Mordor.

"You mean not to follow them?" Legolas says in defeat as he realises Aragorn's thoughts.

Aragorn shakes his head. "Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands."

"Then it has all been in vain! The Fellowship has failed!" Gimli's voice is full of despair and sorrow.

Aragorn puts his hands on both of their shoulders and looks the two in the eyes, one at a time. "Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon Merry, Pippin, or my Wolf-Mother to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let us hunt some Orc!"

Legolas and Gimli look at each other, grinning widely.

"Yes!!! Haha!" Gimli shouts, excited by the prospect of saving his friends.

Legolas' sharp eyes catch sight of something in the dirt a few feet off and he lopes over and picks it up.

It was the ring Galadriel had given Ora. Aragorn watches as the Elven prince slides it onto his own finger. "I will save you, Ora. You have my promise." He whispers before rejoining his friends.

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A/N: Woah.

Okay, so done with book one! Hope you enjoyed it. Book two will start soon, so keep an eye on the horizon (on Wattpad) for that.

:)

Ora's journey is far from over.