An unused path leads to the most magnificent view in all of Minas Tirth. Aragorn knows this place of old. It is still there when he returns. But another has found it too.
Faramir stands with his back to the view. They exchange cautious greetings. Aragorn steels himself for the conversation that must follow. It is inevitable, he tells himself sternly. Faramir will ask of them. He does not wish to forget but he knows remembrance will cause pain, for both of them.
Faramir turns to him. Aragorn tries hastily to find the right words.
“What was my grandfather like?”