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“Your father is beyond grief now,” Aragorn said softly. “But Gondor still stands. And it needs its Steward.”

Faramir, Steward of Gondor, lay on a white cot. His hand, still bandaged from the arrow that had struck him in the retreat from Osgiliath, rested on the blanket. Beside him, Éowyn of Rohan, the White Lady of Ithilien, slept in a chair, her golden hair tangled with dried blood—not her own, but the Witch-king’s. El Senor de Los Anillos - El Retorno Del Rey Ed...

Tears—whether from pain or wonder—welled in Faramir’s eyes. “Then I will serve, my King. Until the end of my days.” “Your father is beyond grief now,” Aragorn said softly

The Return of the King had truly begun. Would you like a continuation focusing on Aragorn’s coronation, the farewell to the Hobbits, or the journey of the Elves to the Grey Havens? His hand, still bandaged from the arrow that

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.