“Since you are robbed of Boromir, I will do what I can in his stead.”
‘Suddenly Faramir stirred, and he opened his eyes, and he looked on Aragorn who bent over him; and a light of knowledge and love was kindled in his eyes, and he spoke softly. ‘My lord, you called me. I come. What does the king command?’
Yes, there is weakness, there is frailty.
But there is courage also!
And honor to be found in men!
He is bold, more bold than many deem; for in these days men are slow to believe that a captain can be wise and learned in the scrolls of lore and song, as he is, and yet a man of hardihood and swift judgement in the field. But such is Faramir. Less reckless and eager than Boromir, but not less resolute.
Eowyn: Your face is still red, you might want to hit it with your hammer again.
Faramir: Oh, that ain’t blunt force trauma, ma’am. It’s just the honeyglow in my cheeks. You know, you are one dynamite gal.