Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings 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.

"If you thought my idea was mad yours is down right insane." Aragorn grabbed Ranger's arm and stopped her from walking away. Ranger sighed and turned to the Man. "Aragorn we need numbers, and I simply intend to get numbers, nothing more." She reassured him. Aragorn was planning to enter the Haunted Mountain to revive the contact to use a army of fallen soldiers. Besides the fact that Ranger didn't even want to be near the mountain much less inside of it. She thought the whole idea was going to fall through. "Aragorn, what have you to worry? I am simply going to seek aid from my people." She didn't understand why that was such a horrible idea. "I have every right to worry. Those beasts cannot be trusted, even if they do aid us. What can we be sure they won't turn on us once the battle is done. The nasty, simple-minded things only know what thing and that is to kill." Aragorn rushed out and Ranger was silent. She let his words sink in and felt hurt build up inside her. "Oh, like me, after all I am one of those beasts." She growled out and tear stung her eyes and her claws bit into her hands as she curled them into fists. Aragorn, too late, realized his mistake. "No, Finonda I didn't-" He was cut off when Ranger slapped his across his face. Aragorn's head was turned by the force and his cheek stung. "Do not make me seem any different from them Aragorn because there is no difference." Ranger growled and panted. She fumbled with her sword belt and once it was undone. She shoved it to Aragorn's chest. "Here. I won't be needing a man's sword." The look of hurt and confusion on his face was the last she saw of Aragorn because Ranger turned and mounted a horse. She left the camp without looking back.

She had no where to look for the white male or any others. How would she signal them? Or how would she know they would even come to her aid. Ranger sighed and dismounted, cursing herself for her rash actions. She looked back and saw the Haunted Mountain in the distance where no doubt Aragorn was deep within while she was out here, running from the battle. Ranger looked down at her feet. She felt bad for how she left things with Aragorn, she wanted to go back. But she couldn't not without something to show for it. When the horse she had taken started to become stressed Ranger become alert. Only her senses were useless against someone so silent. "What is it you need now?" Ranger spurn around and saw the white male, in his human form. Standing before her, looking impatient as ever. "There is a battle coming, I need the aid of our people." Ranger spoke, keeping the nerves from her voice yet they built up in her stomach. "Oh?" The male raised a brow. "And why should I, and others, come to the aid of Men? All this war is their fault to begin with. Let them clean it up." The male said. "They will only make a bigger mess. When all is said and done and we're the only ones left here, I don't want to be the one to clean it up" Ranger was just making this up as she went. She hoped she was convincing. The male was silent for a moment before he nodded.

"You make a fine argument. But even if you do get our people's aid, who's to say they will follow you?" Ranger's shoulders fell in defeat. "But me on the other hand." He shrugged. "They would willing." Ranger glared at him. She was tired of all his secrets. "I am tired of these secrets. Tell me who you are." She demanded. The male scoffed but smiled and waltzed over to her. "My name is Forthar. I am the, your, King." Ranger was frozen at the news, she stared wide-eyed at the male. The King of her people, Forthar. Then another question popped up and she glared at him. A move that had him raising a brow in surprise. "And why would the King take the time to help little me out?" She asked, watching him with suspension. Forthar titled his head to the side and continued to smile down at her. "You are one of my kin." Ranger growled at him. "Really now?" She closed her eyes and let out a breathe, trying to calm herself. "And what type of kin am I to you?" She asked slowly. Forthar leaned down to peer at her face. "You, Finonda, are one of my many pups." The words imminently wandered around in her mind before they finally settled down. Ranger stared up at her father with wide, frighted eyes and his expression softened. He tucked her inky hair away from her face and Ranger launched herself at him. Forthar gathered her in his arms and tucked her head under his chin. His arms were tight around her and a deep rumble went through his chest. After a moment of silence, Ranger finally pulled back. "Wait, many? How many siblings do I have?" She asked in awe. Forthar chuckled. "Please, you think you're old, I am far older and have a quiet amount of spare time on my hands for child rearing." He pulled back from her and looked to where the horse she had taken had wandered off. "Come, the battle is only hours away and we still need to rally the warriors."

She had left behind the horse and in its saddle bag her human clothes. The only thing she kept was the EvenStar necklace. It was far to valuable to be left unattended. It had been securely wrapped around her wrist and it was hidden beneath the dark fur of her beast form. It was refreshing to be in such a form again. The wind was gliding through her hair, the ground barely touched her feet. Her senses were wide awake and alert. She looked to her father, the white beast ran in front of her. His paces further spaced and he was much faster. Still, they covered more ground as animals than Ranger ever hoped to on horseback. It had been hard at first, to change back. Forthar had been patient with her and aided with little advice he could. Changing wasn't something that could be taught in a straightforward sense. She could briefly remember her first change being very painful, and slow. This time it was smooth and quick to which she was grateful. Forthar barked from the front and Ranger drew her attention to him. 'Stay alert.' She didn't have to question him as two more Worgens joined them on their run. The male named Threy and the female. With their arrival Forthar stopped. He turned to the three beast. 'We are to aid the race of Men in their battle, ending Sauron rein once and for all.' Threy and female were silent, unquestioning in their King's decision to fight. they sat on either side of Ranger quietly. 'Threy gather all the able body warriors and head to the fields that stand before Gondor.' Threy nodded and remained seated.

'Mara.' He addressed the female. 'Any who are not able to fight will be led to the strong hold hidden in the mountains. It has been long out of use but it will do for a couple of nights.' Mara nodded. 'It won't be easy to gather all our people. We're scattered to the wind but it's not impossible.' To this Threy spoke up. 'How long to I have to gather our forces?' He asked. 'Not much time, hurry.' Forthar response. Threy stood and turned, brushing his tail against Ranger's face in a playful matter before leaving. Mara left with him as well. Giving Ranger a happy chirp before disappearing in the tall grass. 'Who were they to us?" Ranger asked as she watched the two of them leave. 'Them? Just two of your older siblings.' Forthar said with a shrug of his heavy shoulder. 'Just two? How many do I have?!' Forthar just grinned and trotted past her.

A/N: Pretty sure there was at least one person who thought the white one was Ranger's father. But anyway yes, Ranger is a princess, why she was alone in the wild while she is royalty will be brought up later because it makes one wonder. Confused? let me know!

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