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“My Lord Faramir,” Aragorn said, kneeling beside the cot. “You should not rise.”

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?”

“You would keep me as Steward?” Faramir asked, his voice trembling. El Senor de Los Anillos - El Retorno Del Rey Ed...

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

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. “My Lord Faramir,” Aragorn said, kneeling beside the cot

Gandalf stepped forward, his eyes kind but sharp. “Not nothing, Faramir. The Steward is not a throne. It is a duty. And Aragorn does not come to cast you aside. He comes to ask you a question.”

A soft knock came. The door opened.

Faramir stared. For a long moment, the only sound was Éowyn’s quiet breathing.