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Argent is a color, because I guess maybe that’s a thing people know. I didn’t know that.

And this is pretty.

And this is pretty.

Today’s action is mostly the pageantry of Aragorn meeting Faramir at the gates of Minas Tirith. That, and commentary from Ioreth, our possibly not-so-favorite healer. She’s standing with a cousin, and pretending to know everything about hobbits.

She doesn’t know everything about hobbits.

The ceremony so far is pretty much what you would expect from a transfer of power. Aragorn rides forward with his “people” (Imrahil, Éomer, Gandalf, and the four hobbits), while Faramir rides out with his (Húrin, the Warden of the Keys, Éowyn, Elfhelm, and some other captains). They meet upon the field while all the city watches in silence.

Ioreth is one of those watching, and tries to tell her cousin that the hobbits are princes of some sort. She’s even heard that one of them went with his “esquire” to fight the dark lord all by himself. He set Barad-dûr on fire!

That’s not true. Not even really that close.

Ioreth's new motto.

Ioreth’s new motto.

I’m thankful that a trumpet cuts Ioreth off, because there’s something that just really annoys me about hearing a character go on and on about something that they’re just wrong about. In some ways, it’s disrespectful, and we already jumped on Ioreth and the other healers from the Houses of Healing for being kind of ignorant about certain things. This isn’t helping their case.

Words My Computer Didn’t Like:

Periain

I checked back to make sure that I wasn’t misspelling things earlier with “perian“. I wasn’t. This is the plural form.

No one dies today.

“Then forth from the Gate went Faramir with Húrin of the Keys, and no others, save that behind them walked four men in the high helms and armour of the Citadel, and they bore a great casket of black lebethron bound with silver.”

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I’m going to admit: this seems a little too easy. All of a sudden, Éowyn realizes her love for Faramir. She agrees to marry him, and live together in a garden in Ithilien on the east side of Anduin.

And just like that, her life becomes incredibly boring.

And just like that, her life becomes incredibly boring.

They kiss on the high walls, and everybody sees.

Meanwhile, the city of Minas Tirith prepares for Aragorn’s arrival. People journey to the city from all corners of Gondor, bringing musicians with them. The city actually becomes a happy place before the evening where the army’s pavilions start popping up on the fields outside. People wait anxiously for the king’s dawn.

As I said, it’s too easy. Remember, Faramir and Éowyn only met each other like about a week ago. They’re now deciding that a life together as east-side gardeners sounds well and good. My girlfriend and I have been dating for 6 years, and we still don’t have any ideas of what to do together, even just for dinner some nights. Too easy, I say!

I guess he's just so stunning.

I guess he’s just so stunning.

It’s not so bad, though. I’ve been wanting this section to get a move on, so I don’t mind Faramir and Éowyn’s bit getting resolved quickly. We’re jumping ahead now to the time that Aragorn is arriving.

That said, it’s not a new chapter yet. Stay tuned for where we’re going and what we’re seeing when we hit this next bit. I honestly have no clue who we’re going to be seeing all this with.

No one dies today.

“And when the sun rose in the clear morning above the mountains in the East, upon which shadows lay no more, then all the bells rang, and all the banners broke and flowed in the wind; and upon the White Tower of the citadel the standard of the…”

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You’d think that having everyone busy making plans for Aragorn’s arrival would brighten the mood around Minas Tirith. Not so for Éowyn, who continues to be sad. The warden of the Houses of Healing asks Faramir to check up on her.

House of healing.

House of healing.

Faramir sees two reasons why Éowyn could be sad: either she despairs that only Éomer requested her presence at their camp, and not Aragorn himself, or she can’t bear to leave Faramir. Well, that’s a bold move on Faramir’s part. He professes his love for her once again, and this somehow breaks her spell.

UGH. DRAMA. First we had sort of an Éowyn-Aragorn-Arwen love triangle, and now it’s Faramir-Éowyn-Aragorn-Arwen. Love square, baby, love square.

Hurry up and bring your jukebox money!

Hurry up and bring your jukebox money!

But if Éowyn’s snapped out of that, I can totally deal with it. Sadness for the sake of sadness is pointless, and once again, especially when we already know that things are working out well for our heroes. Don’t go around ruining that just because your first choice love isn’t into you!

But, honestly, it must kind of suck for Faramir to so clearly know that he’s the second choice. Well, if he really loves her as much as he keeps saying, it must not matter.

No one dies today.

“‘I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun,’ she said; ‘and…'”

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All that sorrow is for naught. You can tell because the people of Minas Tirith are being happy in their homes for no reason at all.

Like puppies. Puppies do that.

Like puppies. Puppies do that.

As this weight is being lifted, an eagle flies over the city, telling all of the victory for the forces of good. Time jumps forward suddenly, with preparations being made for Aragorn’s arrival. Merry is called for and sent out with the rest of the wagons needed for the king’s camp up in Ithilien.

Oh, and Faramir kisses Éowyn’s brow. Things are getting HOT up in here!

I find it to be an interesting turn of events that the weight of Sauron’s evil is lifted in mind before anyone realizes it. People rejoice, but they don’t know why. It’s like good is being allowed to reenter the world again. I would say that it seems impossible that an evil force could have such a power to make everyone feel so downtrodden, but I don’t want to underestimate the power of years and years of evil work. Perhaps it does work that way.

So, every time I feel depressed, I should just chalk it up to some evil being living in the world?

So, every time I feel depressed, I should just chalk it up to some evil being living in the world?

Meanwhile, we learn today that eagles are capable of high speech. I guess even eagles need heralds to proclaim their stuff, right? O ye eagles, hear me! We have gathered enough twigs for a new nest! Let all eagles rejoice!

No one dies today.

“Merry was summoned and rode away with the wains that took store of goods to Osgiliath and thence by ship to Cair Andros; but Faramir did not go, for now being healed he took upon him his authority and the…”

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At the very moment when defeat seems imminent, victory is won.

No, I’m not talking about how Frodo and Sam manage to destroy the ring right as all their friends are surrounded and outnumbered. Éowyn looks to Faramir for comfort, and they hold hands, right after she calls him “my friend”.

Middle school me would've felt so uncomfortable.

Middle school me would’ve felt so uncomfortable.

They stand facing northward, the very direction that Aragorn marched away. It’s been a week since he left, and Faramir remarks that meeting Éowyn has both encouraged and scared him in that time. Now, as darkness draws down upon them, he has something to lose.

All is silent and still, eerily so. A darkness looms above the mountains, and a sudden tremor shakes all of Minas Tirith. Faramir tells of the old kingdom of Númenor and its fall, but he doesn’t believe that such an evil is happening now.

Yeah, this very much appears to be the moment that the ring is destroyed. Of course, from Minas Tirith, where no news has come in a week, no one has any clue what’s going on. Something big has happened, but that’s about all you can know. Not knowing is just as terrifying as knowing of some doom, because people are all terrible pessimistic beings.

And that makes this puppy sad.

And that makes this puppy sad.

And so, Faramir and Éowyn stand, fingers intertwined, falling in love at the possible end of the world. Can you picture it any other way? Just the most romantic.

No one dies today.

“‘But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are tight, and a hope…'”

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Before you think that Faramir is getting friend-zoned, read on.

Still hurts.

Still hurts.

Éowyn heads back into the Houses of Healing, wanting to get away from everyone, but Faramir enlists the help of the warden to meet with Merry. Merry tells Faramir something of Éowyn, and Faramir uses that to his advantage. He sees Éowyn the next morning, and calls for her to come down to the garden with him. She does so, and for the next few days they walk and talk much together. Faramir even has an old gown brought up for her, one that was made long ago for his mother.

First Mentions:

-Finduilas: Mother of Boromir and Faramir, and thus, somehow, the bride of Denethor. That must have been awful.

Apparently Finduilas died unexpectedly at an early age, so possibly that’s why Denethor had such a dreary outlook on life. Though that happens often in stories, I find it rather tiresome. I guess I just don’t believe that the loss of someone can spiral you downward so much. I’m just heartless like that, maybe?

Either way, it’s important to know that Faramir has clothed Éoywn in his mother’s old gown. You don’t do that for just any girl, especially when you’re the ruler of such a place like Gondor and Minas Tirith. This is hugely symbolic.

THIS is hugely cymbalic.

THIS is hugely cymbalic.

But ugh, I’m just feeling bogged down by this storyline. After so much happened to shape the course of Middle-earth, we have to go back and hear about the courtship of Faramir and Éowyn. It just doesn’t measure up anymore. Sorry.

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-Finduilas

Move it along now!

No one dies today.

“The mantle was wrought for his mother, Finduilas of Amroth, who died untimely, and was to him but a memory of loveliness in far days and of his first grief; and her robe seemed to him raiment fitting for the beauty and sadness of Éowyn.”

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Ugh. Feelings.

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.

Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em.

Éowyn says a lot about that she wished she had died in the battle. She wants to die in battle because, I guess, she doesn’t think there’s anything left for her. Faramir counters that that may be the case yet. Again, a huge army of evil could be marching this way any day now. If that’s going to be the case, why don’t they just stick tight?

There’s one problem: Éowyn really wants a room that has an east-facing window. Why? I don’t know, but at least she’ll be able to look out at the ominous clouds over Mordor. Faramir laughs, because that’s a really easy request to fill. Great! Get her a room with an eastern view! Then he professes that he has feelings for her. If she’s going to get this window she wants, she might as well stay in the Houses of Healing with him and make him happier.

Aw…bargaining for love. Isn’t Faramir cute?

Éowyn says that she really doesn’t want to talk much with anyone. She’s clearly in that denial phase. For her, she’d be much better off if she could just sit in her room and stare out at the blackness, emo/goth-style. Faramir’s more of the hippie-type right now. Come on, girl, why don’t we just walk in the garden and talk? Everything is great!

Don't ever dress your kid like this.

Don’t ever dress your kid like this.

Let’s not forget, though, that Faramir is a trained warrior. Éowyn notices on yesterday’s page that he looks like he could put any of Rohan’s riders to shame. So…maybe not a peace-loving hippie, but something of one nonetheless.

No one dies today.

“‘For you and I have both passed under the wings of the Shadow, and the same hand drew us back.'”

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