Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Ring or any of its characters! Some of this was also influence by World of Warcraft. A game completely owned by the Blizzard company. I only use some of the words simply for lack of creativity.

A/N: Yes! I'm back, i was dying to get this chapter out but i was away but now its here!


The mists of morning lay heavily along the river. Bare-branched trees arched through the fogs, stray beams of light fell on the cold, blue water. An elegant ship is out on the river, carved in the likeness of a swan, and Galadriel stood silently in it, clothed all in white. On shore, cloaks were fastened around the Fellowship members with green silver-veined leaf-brooches. "Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people. May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eye." Celeborn said to the Fellowship.

Elves prepare for the departure of the group. Legolas was among them, shifting parcels into a set of boats provided by the Galadhrim. He held up a thin wafer for Merry and Pippin to see, as they say in a boat. "Lembas! Elvish Way-beard. One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown Man." He walked up onto the shore, leaving the Hobbits by themselves. "How many did you eat?" Merry asked Pippin. "Four." Pippin burped. "And you?" He turned to Ranger, laying down in her own boat. She licked the crumbles off her muzzle and wagged her tail.

The light of early morning set the leaves of the trees, but beneath their great trunks the land is yet dark, casted in blue. The swan-ship of Galadriel sailed by. "Every league travel south, the danger will increase. Mordor Orcs now hold the eastern shore of the Anduin." Celeborn warned the Fellowship.

As the Elf-Lord spook, the Fellowship climbed into the boats. Sam tried to steady himself, as though he is unused to boats. Legolas helped Gimli onboard. Ranger lay relaxed, if not tired, in her boat.

Meanwhile, Aragorn and Celeborn wandered through the heavily mist and sunlight, in deep conversation. "Nor will you find safety on the western bank. Strange creatures bearing the mark of the White Hand have been seen on our borders." He spook urgently. "Seldom do Orcs journey in the open, under the sun, yet these have done so!" The two pauses, and Aragorn looked down. Celeborn held a dagger before him. Aragorn took it, and unsheathed it; its blade glints. "Le aphadar aen." Celeborn warned him.

Aragorn sheathed the dagger. "By river you have the chance of outrunning the enemy to the Falls of Rauros."

A paddle splashed into the water. The Fellowship rowed through the river, past the Elves onshore. The sun was reaching its rosy fingers over the hills; Caras Galadhon rose far away.


It was getting dark. The Fellowship rested on a small island. Ranger slept by the shore. Seemingly more tired in that day than she had been the whole trip. It worried Aragorn greatly. She was hardly ever tired. Perhaps she had motion sickness. Boromir looked out from behind a large rock, silvery webs of lights reverberating from the water. He looked worriedly at a log floating in the river. Small handed clutched it, and the top of a head is barely visible over the log's edge, where eyes glint softly.

"Gollum. He has tracked us since Moria." Aragorn said.

"Gollllllluum…"

Aragorn looked to Ranger. She growled softy but did not stand. He knelt besides her, running a hand through her soft fur. "What ales you?" He whispered. The wound from Moria had been his first guess, but both himself and Elves had looked over it. There was no way the injury had not healed cleanly. Aragorn looked back out to the river. "I had hoped we would lose him on the river. But he's too clever a water man."

"And if he alerts the enemy to our whereabouts it will make the crossing even more dangerous." As if she heard this Ranger suddenly sprung up. Causing Aragorn to fall back, her tiredness forgotten. She took off in the forest beyond them. "Ranger!" Aragorn called, standing up. "Do not worry." Legolas said, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop the Man. "Game." He nodded to the forest. "I heard it." Legolas assured him.


It was not game, not the game Men usually hunted, and it was Orcs. Ranger pushed herself faster towards the mass smell of them. Fire grew in her eyes at the thought of killing. The growls grew in her throat, her feet pounding against the ground. Leaving hardly a sound. She ran past ruins and trees that were only a blur to her. She jumped over a log and landed just in front of a small group. She could hear another group behind her, farther ahead.

Ranger lowered her head and showed her teeth. The Orcs growled back in challenge and raised their cruel looking weapons. The rusted metal hardly fazed Ranger. She pawed at the ground. Her claws pulled up fresh ground with each sweep. The long nails in full view the Orcs to quiver back in fear. She took a step forward and they took a step back. A few in the back scattered from the group. Taking the chance to survive on their own. Ranger barked and sprung forward. Landing on an Orc that had not been quick enough to leave the group. It crunched under her feet. It made a gurgling noise as it died under paws.

Ranger stepped off the Orc and scouted the area as the rest of the group ran for their lives. She licked her jaw and took off for the nearest one. She bit down hard on its left shoulder and crushing its rib case and lungs. Ranger let go the dead thing, shaking her head in disgust as the taste of Orc blood filled her mouth. She looked to the right where the next two were stumbling up a small hill.

Blood pumped fast and hard through her body. Adrenaline coursed through her heart and lit Ranger with the thrill of the hunt as she killed off the Orcs. One by one, hearing their bones break beneath her power. She grinned a large toothy grin as they cried for help or pain. Some begged and some fought back, those were the ones Ranger liked best. The ones that dared to challenge her. They tested their strength against hers. Ranger toyed with them. Letting them think they had a chance to survive and run away. They did through.

Ranger panted as her heart beat slowed to a calmer pace. She surveyed the area. Dead Orcs lay scattered about. The black blood drenched the fallen leaves and tree bark. Ranger huffed in annoyance at the thought of the fight ending so quickly. Slowly, lazily, she made her way back the camp the Fellowship had made. When she arrived it was the lack of people that confused her. Then she noticed a missing boat.

Ranger looked out the river. She saw two Hobbits, rowing the boat. She barked at them and ran into the water. The water lapped at her joints as she stood near the shore. She whined and flatted her eyes. Wadding back and forth in the shallows. "Go Ranger!" Frodo shouted her, upset by the animal clear discomfort but need to go into the water to follow them. "Go back to Aragorn." At the mention of Aragorn her ears perked. "Yes that's it! Back to Aragorn! Go!" Ranger dutifully followed his command and left the water to find Aragorn. Not knowing the Hobbits would not be there when she returned.

The scent that belonged to Aragorn and the fellow members mixed with the rotting smell of Orc and Ranger sped up. When she trotted into the area. It was quiet. Dead lay scattered around them. She saw there were too few, for the group she knew there to be. Ranger wandered silently towards the Fellowship members. Legolas and Gimli parted quietly for Ranger and she trotted up beside Aragorn.

Aragorn looked up, tears clouded his eyes and Ranger licked away the one that escaped his eye. She looked beyond him and saw the Man of Gondor. Panting with baited breath, arrows sticking out of him. She could smell death quickly approaching him. His heart would stutter, low and speed up as if it did not what to do. Ranger lowered her head and rubbed her wet nose against his cheek. "Hello….friend." Boromir tiredly raised a hand and patted her head roughly. She licked the grime from his face and he let out a shaky chuckle. "I'm sorry I…did not…get to gain your trust…you always growled at me."

As if to prove his point she rumbled deep in her throat. Then whined, stepping away from Boromir and letting his hand fall limp to the ground. She paced the ground, whining till finally she sat. Ranger closed her eyes and listened to the wind whistle around her. She tilted her head back as if to howl. Instead the noise was the sound emitted when she mourned Gandalf. Beautiful and soulful, it carried in the wind and the leaved rustled to dance along with it.

The Fellowship listened in silence, hearing the presences of more Worgens singing with her. Soon the forest was alight with the tune. Boromir grinned, grabbing hold of Aragorn's arm for comfort. "The beast sings for me."


A?N: Boromir's death always gets to me :(

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