At the mention of the Ring, Boromir's head jerked up, and his eyes widened.

He had guessed as much after seeing the skies above Gondor and Mordor cleared of the Shadow, and heard whispers of the new King in the streets for the short time he had been in Minas Tirith, but until now there had been no confirmation of it, yet here it was coming from the mouth of his brother.

Boromir's hand landed on Faramir's shoulder, holding it tightly.

"Brother," he said, and his voice was tremulous. "Has Gondor come to peace?"