"As my lord wishes," Faramir replied easily, stepping aside and indicating the door towards his right. He smiled at Éowyn, noted that despite her loveliness and smiles there was a tinge of sorrow in her eyes and mouth that she could not hide, not from him - yet now was not the time to ask about it, despite his desire to soothe such away. He did nod at her when she asked that she be excused, as she had wanted to oversee the preparations for their royal guest and his entourage's meal. "You have come at an opportune time, my lord. The garden has been under my lady's constant attention and care - I believe you will agree with me that it had blossomed splendidly, even more so than the last you visited us."

Here, Faramir clasped his hands behind him. "It is our utter misfortune that the Queen is not with you. I have hope that she is well?" He had very few encounters with Gondor's beauteous queen, yet in those few moments he had found her to be accommodating and kind. There was little doubt in his heart that Aragorn had chosen well.