Faramir had called them Men of Twilight, but reconsidered after seeing the tender regard this golden-maned warrior showed for his equally golden, though shadowed, lady.
He helped her to a sun-warmed bench amongst fragrant herbs in the Gardens of Healing, protective of her bandaged arm. Kissing her brow and calling her Sister, he promised to return after seeing to his wounded men.
Faramir watched as she sat unmoved, seeming far away from that sunlit nook — the most peaceful of his battered City. He resolved to learn more of this fair but sombre visitor.
Would that he could brighten her twilight....
'For so we reckon Men in our lore, calling them the High, or Men of the West, which were Númenóreans; and the Middle Peoples, Men of the Twilight, such as are the Rohirrim and their kin that dwell still far in the North; and the Wild, the Men of Darkness.For Tanaqui's birthday, September 2007.
'Yet now, if the Rohirrim are grown in some ways more like to us, enhanced in arts and gentleness, we too have become more like to them, and can scarce claim any longer the title High.... For as the Rohirrim do, we now love war and valour as things good in themselves....'
The Two Towers, LoTR Book 4, Ch 5, The Window on the West