Raine realized she was going to need help, so after she was shown a room, she sat down to write a note to Gandalf. She had never been as close to the wizard as Strider had been so only a short letter was required.

Gandalf-

Arwen is Sauron.

~Raine

While waiting for a response, the ranger spent most of her days with Aragorn, taking him to bars, pubs, and all the places he shouldn't be going to now that he was king. It would be inaccurate to say that he fell head- over-heels in love with her, but his feelings certainly became more romantically inclined. These feelings were aided of course by the fact that Arwen wasn't putting out, due to the fact that Sauron didn't swing that way. But the two could never get alone because at every turn they were stalked by a handmaiden wannabe. Raine thought she would go insane when she finally got an answer from Gandalf.

Raine-

Thanks for your long descriptive letter, lol(that means laugh out loud in case you didn't know, hon). But seriously though, it surprises me that Sauron is still alive, but he must be so weak by now that if you kill him in this form he will be destroyed. Yeah, I know that's what we said last time but. . .well. . .shut up! Anywhoo, I would kill the bastard myself, but personally I'd rather watch you do it.

Ciao,

Gandalf

Wizard

P.S. -Hey if you've finally gotten over that loser Aragorn, why don't you come to the land where the shadows lie and take a look at my precious? (Sorry to all readers who got a nasty mental image, but I had to put it in somewhere)

Cursing, Raine threw her letter into the fire. Now she was assigned with the duty of killing a dark wizard for the purpose of entertainment. That didn't bother her as much as the thought of how Aragorn would react when he found out. On one hand, he was so dedicated to Arwen that he failed to see what she was, but on the other he certainly didn't mind his fellow ranger's company. . .

Shrugging the thought from her mind, Raine began to form a strategy.

* * * * *

Three days later, Raine stumbled into her room after a particularly rough sparring exercise with Aragorn. Looking forward to only a hot bath(perhaps with a little male company), she was only mildly surprised to see Sauron waiting for her, donned in a lovely sky blue gown.

"You're looking quite feminine today Sauron," Raine stated with a wry smile, "If you've come to kill me at last take care not to get any blood on you. It doesn't go with your bone structure."

"I'm so gonna like, kick your ass," Arwen's face twisted in a sneer.

He pounced on her, but with reflexes born from battle she managed to leap out of the way. He grabbed her legs, to pull her down, but she kicked upward as hard as she could, sending Arwen's body flying backwards. There was a small breaking sound followed by a cry of despair.

"You broke my nail!" Sauron screeched, holding up a jagged fingertip," It took many hours with a nail file to get cuticles like this! You're going down bitch!"

Sauron flung himself at her again, this time rage making his aim true. He pinned her down and as he raised his fist to deliver the killing blow, Raine took her free hand and slammed her fist into the elfin queen's face. Before Sauron could recover, Raine stabbed her sword through his body. Instantly, the dark aura surrounding him seemed to break into a thousand pieces, scattering to the wind while Arwen's dead body slid from her weapon.

Exhausted, Raine sat down to clean her sword while looking at Arwen. She had never liked the woman, true, but the elf certainly hadn't deserved to be possessed. Yeah, whatever, continuing. . ..

Aragorn burst into the room, his eyes immediately taking in the sight of his dead wife surrounded in a pool of her own blood.

"What happened?" he asked quietly, making no move to get closer to Arwen.

"Well. . .umm. . .Aragorn. . .umm . . .Arwen. . .see she kind of. . . impaled herself on her nail!" Raine announced dramatically as the idea came to her.

"What?"

"She was in my room, just talking and stuff when she got up and tripped. Her fingers somehow got in the way, and next thing I knew, she's dead. Look!!!" she pointed to Arwen's broken nail that had no blood on it whatsoever.

Aragorn, if he noticed, kept silent and nodded, heaving a sorrowful sight, "Now who will I have as my queen?"

Raine slid closer to her companion and grinned, "Oh, trust me Strider, you don't have to worry about that!"

THE END