"It took his gift (discuver through the eyes what's inside the hearts) to understand Eowyn's pain and sadness."

"She wasn't sure she wanted to love someone else, for her heart was broken and her sight darkened." 

"-I am cured- she said-, at least of my body, except for the left arm, which is also healing. And if I have nothing to do, I will get sick again. No news of the war? The women don't know anything.

-We have no news- said the Mayor-, except that the Lords have arrived to the Morgul Vale; and they say that the new northern Captain is the leader...

-Are there no more things to do?- she said-. Who is in charge of this City?

-I don't know it very well- answered the Mayor-. Those are not my business... But Lord Faramir is for right Steward of the City.

-Where can I find him?

-In this same house, my Lady. He was badly injured, but now he is recovering. But I don't know...

-Will you not take me to him? Then you will know...

-My Lord- said the Mayor-. This is Lady Eowyn of Rohan she rode with the King and was wounded, and now she is under my keeping. But she is not happy, and wishes to talk with the Steward of the City.

-... I do not complain because of the keeping... But I can not continue like this idle, indolent and locked up. I wanted to die in the battle. But I haven't, and the war continues...

-What would you have me do, my Lady?- asked Faramir-. I too am a prisoner in this House... What do you wish?... If it is in my hands, I will do it.

-I wish you would order the Mayor to let me part- answered Eowyn.

She looked at him... and knew... she stood before a warrior who non of the Ridders of the Mark could equalize him in the battle.

-... But the Healers want me to stay in bed seven days more- she said-. And my window doesn't look to the east...

-... That could be fixed. I'll order the Mayor. If you stay... You could walk under the sun in this garden... You would ease my pain if you talked to me, or walked with me sometimes...

-How could I ease your pain, my Lord?- she said-. I do not desire the company of the living.

-... Eowyn of Rohan, I tell you that you are beautiful... But until now I haven't seen in Gondor no flower nor lady as beautiful and sad... but if I could see you while the sun still shines, you would relieve my heart. Because both of us have passed under the shadow's wings, and the same hand has saved us..."

"Is heart opened for the first time, he loved her already. But she still lived in darkness."

"-Eowyn, why did you stay here instead of going to the festivities of Cormallen in the other side of Cair Andros, where your brother awaits you?

And she said: -You do not know?...

-, you do not go because your brother called for you, and, now, admire Lord Aragorn in his victory, the heir of Elendil, wouldn't make you happy. Or because I did not go, and you wish to stay close to me. Or maybe because... you can not choose between one or the other. Eowyn, do you not love me, or you don't want to?

-I wanted the love of another man- she answered-. But I don't want the pitty of another.

-I know- said Faramir-. You wished Lord Aragorn's love. For he was noble and powerful... But when you only recieved understanding and pity, you wanted nothing more, but a glorious death in battle. Eowyn look at me!

Eowyn looked at Faramir without blinking, and Faramir said:

-Do not scorn pity, which is the gift of a genesous heart, Eowyn! But I do not offer you my pity. For you are a noble lady and brave and you have conquered a glory that will never be forgoten; and you are so beautiful that even the words of the elvish tongue couldn't describe you, and I love you. There was a time when I pitied your sadness. But now, even if you had no sorrow at all, nor fear... and you were the blessed Queen of Gondor, I would still love you. Eowyn, do you not love me?...

-This is Minas Arnor, The Sun Tower- she said-, and behold! The Shadow has vanished!... I will be a healer, and will love everything that grows, everything that may not be arid.- And she looked at Faramir once again.- I no longer wish to be a Queen- she said.

Then Faramir laughed happily.

-That sounds good to me- he said-, because I am not a king. And I will marry the White Lady of Rohan, if she accepts... we will cross the River and in happier days live in the beautiful Ithilien and we will cultivate a garden. And in it everything will grow with happiness..."

"-This is a funeral of Theoden King; but before we leave I want to anounce happy news, for I know that he would have wanted it this way, because he was always like a father to my sister Eowyn. Listen, all my guests, noble and beautiful people of numerous kingdoms, like has never congregated in this palace before: Faramir, Steward of Gondor and Prince of Ithilien asks for the hand od Lady Eowyn of Rohan, and she accepts gladly! And they will celebrate their wedding here before us." (Eomer)