“Your father is beyond grief now,” Aragorn said softly. “But Gondor still stands. And it needs its Steward.”
Aragorn son of Arathorn entered, cloaked in grey and green, but no longer the Ranger. His brow bore no crown, yet he walked like a king who had already chosen his burden. Behind him came Gandalf the White, who nodded to Faramir and quietly woke Éowyn with a whisper. El Senor de Los Anillos - El Retorno Del Rey Ed...
Tears—whether from pain or wonder—welled in Faramir’s eyes. “Then I will serve, my King. Until the end of my days.” “Your father is beyond grief now,” Aragorn said softly
A soft knock came. The door opened.
Aragorn placed a hand on Faramir’s shoulder. “In the old days, the Steward of Gondor was the King’s chief counselor, the warden of the citadel, the voice of the people when the King’s ear was turned to war. I have spent my life fighting. I know little of peacetime. Will you teach me?” His brow bore no crown, yet he walked