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.

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.

You see, without them, there is a chance that we will shift into our wolf forms and never be able to shift back. It's a risk I take anytime I shift." She explained.

Merry and Pip exchanged a look. "Then we are even more grateful to you for keeping us warm on the mountain, my Lady." Merry said.

She just smiled. "Anyone else have questions then? It seems to be pester Ora night." She laughed.

Legolas grinned. "I have a question, well no. It's a request actually."

His grin widened as one if her ears popped up and she tilted her head in curiosity. "What is it?"

"Sing us a song." He replied simply.

Frodo looked over at Ora and gave her a smile. "Yes, please sing. I've wondered what kind of songs the Wolves have."

She shook her head in defeat. "If you insist. But we don't have many songs in the Western Tongue. Most are a series of yips and howls." She mused.

The four young hobbits sidled in close to her and even Gimli looked interested in what sort of lyrics she would perform.

She stood up and Aragorn smiled, no doubt remembering wolf lullabies from his childhood.

"Slow, we paddle through the lake
Straight to the very center of the darkest water
Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface
The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below

And though your arms and legs are under
Love will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plunder
My love will be there still

True, it's chilling to behold
Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boats
Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain
A land of mere suspension where someday we must go

And though your arms and legs are under
Love will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plunder
My love will be there still

Though your arms and legs are under
Love will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plunder
My love will be there still" Her soft soprano voice filled the night air as she sang of love. And at one point, she'd even caught Legolas' eye and given him a wink as she had sung.

She sank back down to sit and received a little applause from her friends.

"Very lovely, Wolf-Mother. But the song about the Pup Warrior shall always be my favourite." Aragorn grinned at her.

Before anyone else could comment, she sprang back up and stretched. "I'm going for a short walk, and then I shall retire for the night." And with those words said, she meandered off and away from the Fellowship.

To no one's surprise, it was only moments before Legolas hopped up and followed after her.

He caught up to her and they walked on in silence for a few seconds. "Your voice is lovely." He complimented.

She shrugged. "Anyone can sing if they have the ability to stay on tune." She stopped walking and leaned against a tree, one arm draped over her stomach lazily as she looked at him.

He watched her tail wag slowly from side-to-side in that way that he knew meant she was thinking something mischievous.
Remembering their bet, he gave her his own smirk and closed the distance between them.

His hands were on either side of her head, palms pressed against the tree bark. "You're beautiful in the moonlight." He whispered in her ear, causing it to twitch slightly.

Her lips slowly spread into her own smirk as she picked up on what he was doing. He blushed heavily as her hands came to rest on his hips, as she pulled him closer. "This still isn't a game you'll be able to win." She told him.

His breathing hitched for a moment as she leaned forward, brushing her nose against his. He instinctively moved towards her, as if to close the gap between their lips and sealing the kiss. But she moved away and darted out of his grasp in seconds.

"Almost had you!" She laughed from behind him and he whirled around and grinned.

He put one foot forward, pretending to be menacing. "Yes, perhaps. But soon I'll be the one having you!" And with that he ran towards her, knowing full well she'd run off.

But he gave chase. They ran through Lorien laughing as he chased after her. She spied her sleeping space ahead and was about to dive for it when he pounced, wrapping his arms around her as they both hit the ground.

Their friends all looked over with raised eyebrows as they watched the elf prop himself up and lean over the Wolf Walker, both now laying in the dirt.

"As much as continuation would be desirable, we have an audience." Ora pointed out before wrapping a leg around him and using her momentum to roll them both over so she was on top, and then she skipped away to bed.

Legolas was both embarrassed for their provocative position in front of their friends, and flustered at her ease with him.

He knew his heart was long gone, stolen away by the wolf in their group.