NO ONE CARES WHAT YOU THINK, IORETH.
I guess the kingsfoil makes everyone so happy that they remember or see things pleasing to them. That, or maybe Ioreth is just addled like that. Regardless, Faramir awakens. He immediately sees Aragorn and smiles, recognizing him as the king. How? I don’t know. Probably kingly magic.
Aragorn lets Faramir rest, and moves his efforts to Éowyn. He asks Éomer if he ever saw the inklings of this courage in her, but he doesn’t seem to have ever seen anything. He almost blames Aragorn for lighting a fire in her, but stops short. It’s good to be the king.
-Imloth Melui: Valley in Lossarnach where Ioreth grew up. Known for its flowers. Funny how Ioreth grew up here, since she knows NOTHING about plants.
Yeah, I’m saying that Éomer has too much respect for the king to accuse him of inspiring his sister to act wildly. That, and who knows how many feminists would jump on him for that? This book is already lacking in women as it is. I’m going to assume that Éomer just didn’t know his sister that well. She was probably always yearning for adventure, but he was too busy actually having adventures to notice.
Amazingly, the process to healing Faramir was an easy one. Unfortunately, this could have been averted if only the healers here knew anything about healing. Am I a little bitter? I guess so.
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It really does sound like a nice enough place, except for that whole Ioreth connection.
Days Until The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug: 39
No one dies today.
“‘But that did not bring her to this pass!'”