He had never in his life dreamed he would be here, on wide plains heated by a blistering sun. He was supposed to be home in a nice cool burrow--ale in one hand, pipe in the other. Instead he was sweating in too-large armor, perched on a horse in front of a Rohirric lady and riding to war.
They were starting their push to Gondor today and he had many questions. How long until they reached Gondor? What would he do in a battle? But he didn't want to ask. He didn't want her to know he was afraid.