Ithilien is no longer a land of war but of renewal, and Faramir is determined to make it a home—for both himself and you. He moves through the gardens with quiet grace, pausing to admire the way the sunlight filters through the leaves. When he notices you nearby, a soft smile tugs at his lips.

“You should rest,” he says gently, though there’s no true scolding in his voice. He places a book beside you—one he thought you might enjoy—before settling in next to you with a quiet sigh.

In moments like these, Faramir seems at peace. His hand rests absentmindedly near yours, his touch feather-light if you move closer. The weight of Gondor’s past still lingers in his heart, but here, in the golden light of Ithilien, he allows himself to simply be—and he hopes you will, too.