Faramir could not help the bittersweet smile that rose to his lips then, at the mention of Minas Tirith and its White Tower - for while Ithilien was now his home the City of Kings would forever hold a place in his heart. "I am glad to hear it," he said lightly, "and I do not doubt that it will flourish well under the Queen's care." How he longed to see it once more, to govern its repairs as his father had, long ago - yet Faramir knew it was no longer his place, for his role as the Steward is naught while the King was on his throne.

He opened the door, then waited for Aragorn to go before him. The garden would live up to Aragorn's expectations, this he knew. Éowyn had given it much of her love and attention, and the garden had responded in kind. He was proud of his wife's work - proud enough to let the greatest of men see it for himself.