“Your father is beyond grief now,” Aragorn said softly. “But Gondor still stands. And it needs its Steward.”
Faramir tried to laugh, but it turned into a cough. “Steward? My lord, the Stewards were only ever caretakers until the King returned. You are here. The line of Elendil is restored. I am nothing now but a wounded soldier.”
A soft knock came. The door opened.
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.”
“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...
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“My Lord Faramir,” Aragorn said, kneeling beside the cot. “You should not rise.” “Your father is beyond grief now,” Aragorn said softly
Outside, the sun finally broke through the ash clouds. The great bell of the Tower of Ecthelion began to toll—not in mourning, but in hope. And on the high balcony of the White Tower, a banner unfurled for the first time in a thousand years: the Tree and the Stars of the House of Elendil, and beneath them, the Seven Stars and the White Crown.
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. “Steward
“You would keep me as Steward?” Faramir asked, his voice trembling.