"Yes, excellent! Now swing your sword downward again to attack."

Legolas continued to watch Jeanna as she moved her sword to slash down at Aragorn's awaiting parry, her eyes watching his every move and instruction. Sweat beaded at her forehead, and though he knew all of her 'lessons' would probably be hurting her head by now, she never complained.

After Aragorn Strider, heir to the throne of Gondor, allowed them to rest, Jeanna was eager to start her lessons and immediately asked him to start teaching her. So far she has learned archery (though she was still working in her aim) as well as handling a spear from Eomer's patient teachings, but it would seem that she was mastering the sword pretty easily.

Gimli and the hobbits sat down beside Legolas, "Your lady is quite a warrior, Elf." Gimli said, leaning on his ax.

Legolas nodded as he continued to watch Jeanna's progress. "Yes, she is, Gimli."

The dwarf beside him coughed again as he nudged Pippin with his toe, "It kind of reminds me of someone else."

But Pippin merely looked up at him and grinned.

"But, Legolas…" Merry started as he watched Jeanna as well, "Are you going to tell her? Does she know what she is doing here?"

"No, Master Meriadoc." Legolas said, "But I will tell her after this."

The three creatures looked at each other, before staring back at Legolas. He felt their stares, but he remained silent, as Jeanna disarmed Aragorn again.

"Great work, Lady Jeanna." Aragorn now said, as she beamed in pride, "Now, we will do this for real. I have asked a smithy here to lend us a pair of blunt swords, so though the sound is real, there won't be any bloodshed. This is to practice you to get used to the sound of steels clashing, because it can be very distracting in battle." He gave her one of the blunt swords and backed up again to a fighting stance, "Defend yourself well, my lady. For I shall show you no mercy."

Jeanna smiled, but it faded as she grasped the sword and looked determinedly at Aragorn, "Nor will I, my lord."

Aragorn smiled and charged, his sword clashing against hers, until the sound of clashing metal rang through the field. The Men of Rohan and Gondor had started to gather, and watched their every move. To Legolas, it almost seemed like Jeanna was just… dancing. Her steps were light, her parries timed perfectly, her strikes strong and sure. Aragorn was hitting with his hardest, but Jeanna was merely deflecting it and matching him with a strike of her own. The men continued to watch, awed and amazed, that a tiny lady would cause the great king to pant from sword fighting.

Then, suddenly, it was all over. Jeanna deflected Aragorn's sword, causing it to flip to the air, before she caught it in her hand. It happened very quickly, because a split second later, Aragorn was looking down at the two swords at his throat, poised like a giant scissor about to cut his skin.

The Men applauded greatly and Gimli and the hobbits let out great cheers and whistles of admiration, while Aragorn nodded and smiled at Jeanna, who has now released the king from her swords. She smiled and bowed gratefully at Aragorn, then to Eomer and finally at Legolas, where she added a small wink to her smile. Legolas laughed and clapped along the men before standing up and coming to the two of them.

"You are a most promising swordswoman, Jeanna." Aragorn said, as he relinquished her of her swords. "Your skills are most impressive. It would be an honor if you would join us in the battle against Sauron… that is, if you wish it."

She looked at Aragorn and then to Legolas, who nodded in return. She nodded back and said, "It would be an honor, Lord, to serve you."

Aragorn smiled again, "Then so be it. Legolas, make sure that she is armed and ready for battle. With her in our side, I am most assured of our victory." He patted Jeanna on her shoulder, "It would be an honor to my side as well, Lady Jeanna, to go to battle with such an incredible lady. Nai haryuvalyë melwa rë (May you have a lovely day.)" And with that, he raised a hand to his lips and then to his forehead in a bid of farewell, before turning to sharpen the blunt swords again.

Jeanna quickly turned to Legolas, her eyes panicked, "Legolas! What have I done?! I can't go into battle! What if I get killed? I'm going to get slaughtered! I can't die here, can I?"

Legolas shook his head as he gently laid a hand on her back and escorted her to a nearby tent, "Avo 'osto (Fear not), Jeanna. As I have said, I shall not let harm befall you. You are, as you have noticed, in a different world. Should you perish here, you will not suffer from bodily harm. You shall return to your own world, as soon as you realize that the pain you felt before was gone, like the others have…"