His brother had always told him he was a forceful speaker, able to gain command and respect with his words. He didn’t believe it himself, certain it was only his station as the son of the Steward that made the men respect him. He was no Boromir.
He was always apprehensive before addressing his troops, certain they would see through him and know that he did not belong in their brave company. As he pulled on his bracers, he hoped his shaking hands wouldn’t be noticeable today. He had to be brave for them, as they rode to retake Osgiliath.