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

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

Outside, the sun finally broke through the ash clouds. The great bell of the Tower of Ecthelion began to toll—not in mourning, but in hope. And on the high balcony of the White Tower, a banner unfurled for the first time in a thousand years: the Tree and the Stars of the House of Elendil, and beneath them, the Seven Stars and the White Crown. “I would name you Prince of Ithilien,” Aragorn replied

A soft knock came. The door opened.

Aragorn placed a hand on Faramir’s shoulder. “In the old days, the Steward of Gondor was the King’s chief counselor, the warden of the citadel, the voice of the people when the King’s ear was turned to war. I have spent my life fighting. I know little of peacetime. Will you teach me?” Beside me