Anna had found Dagnir after he found that the battle was over. He had escaped the battle rather quickly and received little wounds, unlike Anna. She should have been lucky to have survived such a thing but the only thing on her mind was the stings from each cut.

Her thoughts only went away from herself when she heard Gimli explain what had happened to Aragorn. Eowyn listened to see if it was true. It was then Anna noticed the bond there, between Aragorn and Eowyn, tragically cut. They were both human, both royalty and the same destiny called to them, one of heroism and glory. Eowyn saw herself growing into that destiny with the help of Aragorn. That along with an infatuation with him made the parting all the more worse. She had grown her hoped thick and now she would fall on the desert floor.

Theoden settled himself into the fortress to consider battle strategies as the men armed themselves. None of it interested Anna and she tried keeping herself busy by trying to steal some food without the owner of it nor the guard watching her now to notice, a tricky business when the guard knows not to have his eyes leave you and he is constantly offering things anyway.

At one point, she was looking around for Legolas. She found him standing in front of a ghost. Legolas had already given him back the elfstone and mentioned that Aragorn looked awful when Anna walked up to the two of them and stopped abruptly in front of Aragorn, not knowing what to do; hit him for scaring her or embracing him in the happiness he brought by his presence.

She hit him, a boyish punch to his arm.

Unfortunately, the wounds on his arm made him react worse to the punch than he would have if not. 'I'm sorry,' and her eyes showed it as they grew wide. She tore the bottom of her dress to make as a bandage for Aragorn's wounds, showing why her other dress was torn and short at the bottom.

'Elves have a strange way of welcoming back the dead,' Aragorn said as he helped put the bandage on.

Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli went to the king to discuss matters of battle. Anna was not allowed to come to this meeting for security reasons but Anna would not have wanted to come anyway. By the time they were done, the three's tempers were on the edge along with their anxiety. They made their way to the armory where the men were taking arms, farmers, peasants, not soldiers.

'Where is Anna?' Gimli asked. 'I have not seen her since we went to talk with the king.'

'Think, Gimli,' Aragorn replied with sarcasm. 'A room full of unaccountable, shiny things. Anna must be around here somewhere.'

'I will ignore that comment and pretend you meant it in the nicest of ways,' Anna said as she shuffled herself out of the crowd to meet them. She had in fact come here to the something but had seen nothing she could hide or wanted. Anna found a place in a corner to sit, still close to the others. She lifted her feet onto the table she sat on, looking at everything between her knees. Native tendencies never wear off quickly.

Aragorn commented on the "soldiers" being brought together in that room, though hearing desperateness from another was too much, even from a friend.

'Their afraid; I can see it in their eyes,' Legolas said as the room grew quiet. He turned away, switching to elvish so the others could not understand. 'And they should be. 10,000... to 500.'

Anna only caught a few words but she did not need to hear the actual numbers to know of their weakness. Luckily, she was in an elvish mind set and said in the elvish tongue, 'Nager dagar thar.'
They will all die.

'Then I shall die as one of them!' Aragorn belted at Anna. She retreated further into the corner as Aragorn left. She grabbed at Legolas but it was Gimli who made him stay and let Aragorn leave. Anna jumped from her loft and grabbed Legolas's hand.

'I must leave,' she whispered. Legolas gave a mean search with his eyes at her and then brought her to another place, quieter, lonelier. Gimli allowed it, seeing the bond between them and trusting Legolas to talk sense into her.

When they were alone, Anna continued, still whispering. 'I am useless here. I cannot fight. I must go back to my master. I cannot ask you to understand but you must help me.' Her words were steam against his face.

'You told me your services with Saruman were over,' he exploded though his voice was still low. 'You told us you hated your master.' He turned back around to her, almost challengingly, 'You told us you owe your allegiance to no one.'

To this, she smiled, Legolas looking strangely at her impish ways. 'I lied,' the words slipping off her tongue as she stepped closer to him. 'I owe my allegiance... to you.' Legolas looked up into her eyes and instead of seeing the mischievous glint in her eyes he had imagined was there, the eyes were open, letting him read any thought he chose. The thought in the air was enough to bear.

He did not need to think for Anna listed her head and grabbed a kiss before any other thoughts were spoken out loud. It was deep and silent, like it was always there and as if their time apart was only to catch a breath of fresh air.

She loosened her lips form his. Still looking into his eyes, she whispered, 'I need a horse.'