Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of its characters. Only my OC. 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: This is the last chapter! I hoped you all enjoyed it.

Ranger straighten up and readjusted her armor, pushing the dark hair back into a more presentable state. She swallowed but her throat still felt dry. She stared long at Aragorn. Finally she coughed and spoke.

"N-no, nothing. Just an argument with my father went a bit south." The lie came out of her mouth before Ranger could even think about it. She cursed to herself. Surely someone would tell the soon-to-be King of Gondor that all the Elves of Middle-Earth were coming to see him crowned. Especially if Arwen was among them. She froze with her heart beating hard in her chest. Aragorn gave her a suspicious look. Like he didn't believe her. Because of he didn't believe her, he wasn't stupid. Still after a moment of silence with those stormy grey eyes, so much like Arwen's, studying her. Then he nodded and turned away from her, to walk away. Ranger let out a sigh of relief and followed after him.

"So...have you been to see Frodo?" She asked him. Ranger went to see him as soon as the Eagles had dropped him off in Gondor. He wasn't unconscious but it was plain to see he wasn't in the right state of mind. He had stared at her in daze as she had sat by his side. Like she wasn't something from this world. She left after a while, his stares were started to creep her out. She stopped at Sam's room, but that hobbit was asleep and Merry and Pippin barely noticed her there.

"No, I haven't. How is he?" Aragorn looked over his shoulder at her as they with her trailing behind her. "I wouldn't know, I haven't visited since he came here." She saw they were coming closer to the House of Healing. She saw Merry and Pippin disappear into Frodo's room. Legolas and Gimli were coming from the other direction. Aragorn walked in while she stopped outside the room. Legolas gave her a passing smile as he entered the room with Gimli. She heard the cheers of happiness as the Fellowship was reunited. Ranger leaned against the wall beside the door.

"Where's Ranger?" She heard Frodo ask and it was the first time she had heard his voice in such a long time. It was soft and weak and it shocked her but she smiled because she had always liked to listen to his voice. She listened as the group of males, excluding Sam, spoke at once and tried to explain her to Frodo. She giggled to herself but stopped when she was suddenly jerked to the side as Aragorn grabbed hold of her and pulled her into the room. The men quieted down and Sam and Frodo stared in confusion at her. She smiled down at the two Hobbits.

"Frodo, Sam. I would like to introduce you to Finonda of the Lost City Gilneas." Aragorn said and Ranger rolled her eyes at the title, like Frodo or Sam would know who he was talking about. She nudged her shoulder against his a playfully mean way and step towards the bed. She loomed over the bed and Frodo shrunk a bit between his cousins. "But you named me Ranger and you can still call me that...through I'm less then ragged now." Frodo stared into her dark wild eyes. "Yes..." He said after a moment. "You are Ranger." He said and she smiled at him with sharp teeth exposed. "You're Ranger." She turned to Sam now with a raised brow. "I thought you would be younger." Sam said without blinking. Her smile fell and a growl built up in her throat.

Another yank of her wrist pulled her from the room. "You better watch your mouth Samwise!" She shouted as Aragorn dragged her from the room. Laughter followed her and she snarled loudly enough for it to stop. She spun around to stalk beside Aragorn while the man couldn't stop a few quiet chuckles from escaping. She growled at him and pulled her arm from his hold. "Oh stop it." Aragorn spoke with a grin. "He was not insulting you. Just what we learned from Gandalf, we'd thought you'd be younger...like a child." Ranger snorted angrily. "Please, just because he is a wizard doesn't mean he knows everything." She mumbled. "You're reaction sure didn't help any." Aragorn said sourly. Ranger had a feeling he was also talking about her sudden burst into the throne room. "Yes, well..." She trailed off. Preferring not to finish her sentence.

Aragorn took hold of her hand again and pulled her aside in the hall they were walking in. Tucking them into a private alcove. "What happened earlier, you were spooked."He looked at her with those grey eyes filled full of concern. "Nothing..." She refused to look at him but finally took a deep breathe and looked up at him. "War is easily, you know who the enemy is and you know what to do to live another day, but times of peace? Those are scary, when you have time to think about the decision you're making and if it turns outs bad, that's not the end. You have to live with it. Everyday be remained of that mistake until the day you die." She sucked in a breathe and finally stopped. She stared at his confused eyes. Hoping he would understand her feelings. "Tomorrow, at the coronation, a choice is going to have to be made and I'm going to have to live with what happens for the rest of my life."

Aragorn touched her cheek and rubbed his thumb in soothing circle on the skin. She closed her eyes against his touch and relaxed a bit. Committing the way his warm callous skin felt against her. "Finonda, I won't make you choose between your family and myself." Her eyes opened at that. "I'm not the one that has to make a decision, Aragorn."

In the Court of the Kings delicate white flower petals blew in blizzards on the wind. Gondor gleamed liked it had in its former glory. It had been restored for this day. The day when a king would sit on the throne of Gondor again. Ranger stood beside Gimli on the stairs. Gandalf the White stood before the grand marble doors that opened into the throne room. Before them stood all of the free folk of Middle Earth. In the distance Ranger could hear the howls of her people over the wind. Perhaps in joy, through doubt was heavy in her heart. She grimaced but swiftly pulled her expression of a neural happiness. As the king's eyes landed on her while he walked up aisle between the people. He smiled at her as their eyes met.

Aragorn knelt before Gandalf and Gimli stepped forward. Presenting the wizard with the crown the dwarf had made. When no crowns could be felt intact, Aragorn had insisted Gimli remake one. The dwarf had been more than honored to do so and he had done a fine job. Gandalf picked up the crowned, Gimli bowed his hand and stepped back beside her.

"Now comes the days of the Kings..." He placed the crown on Aragorn's brow. It fit snugly on him and when Aragorn lifted his head, he snuck a look at her before turning to Gandalf. "May they be blessed." Gandalf whispered softly to the king. Aragorn smiled up at the wizard and slowly stood up. He turned around to face the crowd. The crowd clapped and cheered their king. Ranger among them. "This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace." Aragorn gave a short speech and the crowd roared in agreement. But they hush as Aragorn sung for them. His voice carried over the people. Ranger smiled at the sound of his voice. As his song came to an end Aragorn turned to her and beckoned her to him. Startled and a bit embaremented Ranger picked up the hem to her dark dress and took his hand.

Together they walked down the procession. They past Eowyn and Faramir who bow. Eomer stepped forward and bowed in respect. Trumpets sound and they all look to the Elves shimmering in white and silver. Led by Legolas. Aragorn gripped the Elf's shoulder in a friendly gesture and smiled. Legolas returned the smile and gestured behind him.

Standing nervously among the Elves were four small figures. Ranger smiled at Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin. The four Hobbits dressed in their old clothes, mended and cleaned, bowed their heads. Aragorn raised his hand and they stopped.

"My friends...you bow to no one." Aragorn dropped to one kneel, followed by Ranger, and bowed his head before the Hobbits. Soon the assembled people were bowing in respect as well. Ranger looked up to see Frodo with tears in his eyes, clutching Sam's hand for support.

As the ceremony came to an end people rushed around in clusters. Ranger slipped away from Aragorn when nobles started to crowd around him. She surpassed a giggled at the shocked look he gave her as she left but was soon was too busy to protest.

"Ranger!" Ranger spurn and grinned as Frodo came bouncing her way. She knelt down and he crashed into her outstretched arms. She wrapped him up her arms and was just content to hold her old friend. Just to know he was alive and well. She buried her nose in his curly hair. breathing in his familiar scent. He finally pulled away and looked up her with a smile. "Hello my friend." He whispered. She grinned down at him with tears in her eyes. Through their time together had been brief. Ranger had Frodo to thank for everything. "Thank you, my friend." She whispered back. Frodo opened his mouth, words hanging on his tongue. When something behind her caught his eye.

Ranger turned but couldn't see what had grabbed his attention. She stood and looked over the passing people. In the distance she saw Aragorn. With his back to her and a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. She didn't think anything of it. Who wouldn't hug the new king. Only when the person pulled back did Ranger saw who it was. Beautiful Arwen stood gleaming with a smile as she looked up at Aragorn. Ranger stopped dead. Forgetting Frodo as she stepped around the crowd towards him.

"Aragorn?" She asked and the king jumped and looked at her with a startled looked like an animal. He gulped and opened his mouth but no words came out.

"Aragorn?" Arwen's soft voice drew him back to her and she raised her eyebrows at him. He looked back to Ranger and then to Arwen.

Aragorn remained silent.

~ Epilogue ~

Men and Worgens walked together among the streets. Busy buying and selling products as they milled about the large market place of Gilneas. Ranger pulled the hood further down her. To hide the shining metal on her forehead. People pushed and pressed pass her without giving a second look. Too busy in their mundane lives to notice another stranger in the crowd. When Gilneas had been retaken, the Orcs driven out. The market, much like everywhere else in the city had been unusable. Now a year later, it was like it had never been empty.

The city while lively in spirit was still dark in appearance. The moat that surrounded the city ran red. The spikes around the castle were sharp as ever. The blacksmiths fires roared constantly with the making of new weapons. If the city was to be attacked again. The Worgens were going to be ready. There was silent threat hanging in the air of anger. The Worgens were home but not happy. They would never forget the pain of being forced out. If one looked closely in the grass one could see bones of the fallen still there. Whether they belonged to the enemy or to their own race. No one knew or cared. They remained there as silent reminders to the people.

As she neared the metal gates, sharp with spikes at the top and unfriendly. She was stopped by guards, a group of men and Worgen. "What business have you, stranger?" The man shoved her back and the Worgen growled in warning. Ranger found it strange they were so strict about who they let out. She slowly looked up and the metal gleamed in the sun. The man stuttered and backed off. He bowed quickly and looked up, blowing a horn. The gate groaned and opened slowly. She slipped through the crack in the gates and when they shut behind her. Ranger finally lowered her hood. Sighing in relief. She enjoyed visiting her city but everyone was so...harsh. Spending so much time in the wild, she wasn't surprised.

A stable hand brought her a horse, with a coat of blue with the silver tree of gondor on it. She nodded in thanks and petted the beast's snout before mounting it. "Are you going to return soon m'lady?" The young boy asked her. She looked down at the young Worgen, only seven in age, he was born only years before they retook the city. Ranger had taken a bit a friendly interest in him. He often saw her coming and leaving the city. "Perhaps, but now I miss return home." The little boy looked confused at her. "Isn't this your home?" He asked her with all the innocence of a child. Ranger looked up at the dark menacing gates that held in a equally dark people.

"No it is not."

A/N: I kept the ending open so basically it can end anyway.

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