Faramir speaks of his hopes for the future with Boromir.
He spoke of Osgiliath rebuilt, the Tree in bloom. Such a smile lit his face! Yet of all Faramir's dreams, this one pained me most.
Where would it leave our father? Or me? The stewards had served Gondor faithfully for nigh a thousand years. Our place was at the head of armies, recapturing past glory, our families enjoying the security our swords bought.
But while he spoke of a sable standard fluttering in the wind, the white one also flew below it: the House of Húrin would not be displaced. And I found in my own heart that same dream.