"Frodo had failed." Faramir's face grew dark, troubling shadows seemed to creep over the green gardens of the Houses of Healing, and when he touched her hand, she wondered at the coldness of his fingers against her skin. For a long while, he had not spoken, his gaze turning now North and now East, and when the dim sunlight began to fade, the Captain of Gondor faced the Lady of Rohan.
"Tonight, we shall draw our swords for the last time, my Éowyn. The hours of waiting have ended. Darkness Unescapable is coming," Faramir said, and he stooped and kissed her brow.