“Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will. 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.” “Then must I leave my own people, Man of Gondor?” she said. “And would you have your proud folk say of you: ‘There goes a lord who tames a wild shieldmaiden of the North! Was there no woman of the Race of Númenor to choose?’” “I would,” said Faramir. And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.”
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