Faramir, who had come to Minas Tirith to look after the city while Aragorn was away, was called to speak with King Aragorn as well. Faramir did as he was told, but there was no joy in it for him. Though he had only spent a short time there with Éowyn and a lifetime there before they had met, everything in Minas Tirith now reminded him of her. As Faramir entered the tower hall, he passed by Éomer, who was exiting the hall after meeting with Aragorn, and it seemed as though the man was eyeing him suspiciously, though Faramir thought that perhaps it was his imagination. Again reminded of Éowyn, Faramir stared at the wall behind the King with distant eyes.

"Ah, Prince Faramir. I am afraid I will have to ask you to pack quickly and escort us to Rohan," the King said, a half smile creeping onto his face.

Faramir's face went white in an instant and his eyes suddenly focused on the older man's face. "But my King, surely my duties are here. There will be much to look after while you are gone."

"I think things will be just fine without us for a little while."

"Why the sudden change, then, my lord? If I may ask." Faramir looked as though he were in search of a place to hide.

"I have received word from Lady Éowyn of Rohan," the King paused momentarily before continuing and Faramir's face seemed to go whiter at the mention of Éowyn's name, though perhaps it was only Aragorn's imagination. "She says that they require assistance, as they have paid heavily in the war and find themselves without the means to see their people through the winter. I will not be able to stay in Rohan long, as I must escort my friends home, so I would like you to negotiate on Gondor's behalf, as you have a good idea of how much we have to spare." Faramir did not react, but instead continued to stare at the King. "Are you all right, Faramir?" King Aragorn asked, leaning back in his chair and seeming quite content, "It is good that you are coming along, it looks as though you could use some sun, my friend."

Faramir bowed and consented, then was excused to gather his belongings and have his horse saddled for the trip. "Do they conspire to torture me?" he wondered to himself as he left.