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“Your father is beyond grief now,” Aragorn said softly. “But Gondor still stands. And it needs its Steward.”

“I would name you Prince of Ithilien,” Aragorn replied. “And I would have you stand beside me when the crown is placed upon my brow. Not behind me. Beside me.” El Senor de Los Anillos - El Retorno Del Rey Ed...

Faramir stared. For a long moment, the only sound was Éowyn’s quiet breathing. “Your father is beyond grief now,” Aragorn said softly

Faramir, Steward of Gondor, lay on a white cot. His hand, still bandaged from the arrow that had struck him in the retreat from Osgiliath, rested on the blanket. Beside him, Éowyn of Rohan, the White Lady of Ithilien, slept in a chair, her golden hair tangled with dried blood—not her own, but the Witch-king’s. “And I would have you stand beside me

But in the Houses of Healing, in the White Tower’s shadow, a different battle was ending.

“You would keep me as Steward?” Faramir asked, his voice trembling.