El Senor De Los Anillos - El Retorno Del Rey Ed... May 2026

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.”

Faramir stared. For a long moment, the only sound was Éowyn’s quiet breathing.

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.” El Senor de Los Anillos - El Retorno Del Rey Ed...

A soft knock came. The door opened.

“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.” Gandalf stepped forward, his eyes kind but sharp

Tears—whether from pain or wonder—welled in Faramir’s eyes. “Then I will serve, my King. Until the end of my days.”

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. It is a duty

“My Lord Faramir,” Aragorn said, kneeling beside the cot. “You should not rise.”