April 30, 3019
On the eve of the coronation the rangers of Ithilien gathered in their favorite tavern on the fourth level of the city, reuniting those who had been forced to remain in the Houses of Healing with their friends and comrades who had traveled to the Morannon.
Before long Faramir joined them, and his men quickly noticed that he smiled more than he had even before the darkness, laughed loudly at the smallest of jokes, and that he seemed to be in higher spirits than they had ever seen before. Many curious glances and small shrugs were exchanged behind his back, but he either did not notice or did not care.
When Faramir took his leave, Mablung stared after him for a long moment before remarking to the men who sat around his table, "If I didn't know better I would swear the Captain had fallen in love." Many of the men around him chuckled, for they knew well that for all his love of poetry the captain had rarely pursued romance for himself.
Cenion, a young ranger who had been confined to the houses after the battle of the Pelennor, exclaimed "But he has!"
Mablung and the others who had just returned from Cormallen looked at him incredulously, so Cenion rushed on to tell the story of the Captain and his White Lady, and the kiss on the walls that he had himself witnessed.
By the end Mablung was laughing, "And we'd always thought that Boromir was the lady's man!"