During the nights of endless racing, Gandalf would explain Minis Tirith and its gates in the distance. In the times Gandalf was not answering Pippin's questions or staying silent to think, which was only when Pippin was asleep, Gandalf would speak with Anna. At those times, Anna would bring Dagnir close to Shadowfax and listen though the conversations were usually odd.

'It is good you are coming to Minis Tirith with us,' Gandalf spoke after a few minutes of silence. 'The House of Denethor has a Treasury of Knowledge within its many scrolls and books.'

'What would I want form books and scrolls?' Anna asked.

'You do know how to read, do you not?' Gandalf returned, too used to those who were always willing to learn. Anna was the first he met where her knowledge from Saruman actually hurt her and bonded her to him.

'Yes, I do. I learned from my- from Saruman to read and write messages,' she replied, though whether to create her own to her master or to intercept and change them she did not specify. 'That was before I learned from Radaghast the tongue of the animals and how to use them to transmit messages.'

'Yes, well, I think you will find out a little about yourself in those books if you look hard enough.'

'In the books of men?' she asked, unbelieving.

'Remember what Aragorn said: Anna was a legend among the Dunedain. And the books are not just of the men. Many an elf community had donated its records to the Men before e leaving for the Grey Heavens.' Seeing as how Anna would have a hard time finding a lead to follow as broad as all the elves that already left to the Grey Havens, Gandalf added, 'Do you ever wonder why you always gravitate to Hollin, why the Dwarves, no matter how many other appearances you gave throughout Middle-Earth, would call you Holly?'

'I would find myself in Hollin. I never remember going there. There and south, toward Mordor. Two places I would go bit not know why,' she muttered into the wind, though the wizard was not hard of hearing.

'Losses of consciousness,' Gandalf thought to himself as if he had read it somewhere before.

'But of elves I would find nothing except the ramblings of some elf who heard or saw things,' Anna spurted out. 'I am as a part of elves as I am of Men. I do not have the arrogance of Men and I do not have the beauty of elves therefore I am neither,' she stated, seeing herself as a sage to being an outsider.

'The arrogance you say is missing has yet to be determined as gone,' Gandalf replied with a chuckle. Then, he looked to her seriously with sincerity in his face. 'You carry more on you shoulders than most elves, not less.'

Anna looked at him, too and the moment of eye contact held more dialogue than all that they had spoken before. A million questions floated in her head including ones that Gandalf had just created and said aloud along with questions she had had for years in her hours alone, question not even Saruman could answer. All Gandalf would reply through his merry eyes was that she would find it all out soon enough and to wait for his signal to use what she found.

It was then that Pippin awoke, and though he barely moved and did not speak, they both knew he was not sleeping anymore but looking across the plains out to the center city of Gondor. Their conversations usually died when Pippin was awake and this one was no different. Pippin awoke with no further knowledge on Anna or Gandalf and their interaction.