She felt the evil emitting from the dark gate before them. It was giving her goosebumps as they rode, her shield in her left arm, and a spear in the other. She was in full battle gear, but unfortunately, her armor was a little big, and she had a hard time moving. She shifted again to fix her armor, and Legolas noticed her. He reined his horse close to her, "Man ceril? Is something wrong?"

"Lau (No)…" She answered, "My armor is just giving me a hard time, it's too loose."

He peered down at her armor, and realized that it was indeed too big. The smithy apparently just modified a normal man's armor to fit more to her figure, which left a lot of excess metal at her sides and was still a little bit too loose.

He bent down, and controlling his horse with his legs, he adjusted the armor around her body. At one point, his hand lay on the area underneath her breast, and instantly, Jeanna's face turned pink. When he finally straightened up, he saw her blushing face and chuckled.

She laughed in embarrassment, "Sorry… I couldn't help it."

He shook his head as he continued to smile, "Ú-moe edhored, Jeanna. Melin ceni hin lîn síla i 'eladhach. (There is nothing to forgive, Jeanna. I love seeing your eyes shine when you laugh.)" He looked in front of him, and his smile faded. "I need to ride ahead and join Aragorn for the negotiations. Will you be alright here with the men?"

She nodded, her face putting on a brave face, but inside she felt fear creeping up her veins. He smiled at her, leaned in close and kissed her passionately. Behind them, several men of Rohan and Gondor coughed and chuckled, but Legolas didn't seem to mind. When he released her, she was still blushing, and his smile became wider. He brought his lips to her forehead, kissing her there, before whispering, "Le melon (I love you), Jeanna. "

She looked up at him, her face registering shock, but somehow to her, it felt like those were the words she wanted to hear for so long, "Gerich meleth nîn (You have my love), Legolas."

Legolas smiled again, then after kissing her fully on the lips, rode ahead with Aragorn, Eomer, Gimli, Gandalf, Merry and Pippin to make negotiations. The men behind her chuckled, and she chuckled as well.

But their laughter was silenced when the Black Gates opened, and Jeanna felt a shiver come up her spine when she saw a lone rider, dressed in black, with a helmet covering his entire face except for his mouth. It spoke, and immediately Jeanna felt revulsion, because the creature's mouth was too big for its face, and when it smiled, long, yellow, rotten teeth gleamed against the sun. Jeanna felt like licking at her own teeth to make sure they weren't that yellow.

She continued to watch as the figure continued to speak with all 7 of them, and soon, she saw the creature throw something at Gandalf. She thought she heard someone say 'no' and 'quiet', but could not be sure who. Soon enough, she saw Aragorn move, shifting his horse close to the black rider. But before she could blink, he took his sword and beheaded the creature.

At the decapitation of their emissary, the Black Gates opened, and Jeanna felt panic and fear creep up her veins. Before them, on the land of Mordor, were thousands and thousands of fell beasts, orcs, and Uruk Hais, all geared for battle and ready for blood. She felt the men behind her shift in fear, but soon, the seven reined by them again.

"Hold your ground!" Aragorn shouted, "Hold your ground!"

Legolas reined his horse beside her, his face slightly pale, "What happened?" she asked, as he looked at Aragorn. "We are to battle." He said, before smiling a bit at her, "The negotiations went bad." She chuckled a bit before turning back to Aragorn.

"Sons of Rohan! Of Gondor! My brothers!" Aragorn started, as the men came up forward to him again, "I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crushing down! But it is not this day! THIS DAY WE FIGHT! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!"

Aragorn withdrew his sword, and they all followed suit. Jeanna leaned her head against her spear in prayer, before looking back at the battle field.

"DISMOUNT!" Aragorn shouted, and she had no choice but to follow. Someone took her horse away, and she positioned herself behind Legolas. She reached out for his hand, and he looked behind him to see her. She noticed fear in his eyes, and she nodded at him, before turning back to the field, her face rigid with bravery. He smiled and squeezed her hand, before turning to the battle field as well.

Aragorn looked behind to them now, and looking at his friends, gave a small smile and whispered, "For Frodo…"