The sudden, naked hope on his face--in his heart--is almost painful in its sincerity and joy. Faramir's smile is at first tentative, but grows as he looks upon her, until finally he laughs. "That is well," he says, as quietly. "For I am not a king! And yet--"
Now he takes both her hands in his, stepping closer to her. "Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will." The words are softly spoken, almost reverent, as he speaks the dearest wish of his heart. He knew it many days ago, though it is only during this time of separation that he has been learning just how deeply he longed for it, how fundamental she now is to him. "And if she will, then let us cross the River and in happier days let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there make a garden. All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes."
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Date: 2018-12-12 08:43 pm (UTC)Now he takes both her hands in his, stepping closer to her. "Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will." The words are softly spoken, almost reverent, as he speaks the dearest wish of his heart. He knew it many days ago, though it is only during this time of separation that he has been learning just how deeply he longed for it, how fundamental she now is to him. "And if she will, then let us cross the River and in happier days let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there make a garden. All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes."