“I hope, Master Samwise, that you find this visit to Ithilien more pleasant than your first.”
The hobbit gazed thoughtfully at his host, sharing a bittersweet memory. “Aye, ‘tis that. Would that I could repay your hospitality in kind. My garden ‘taint so big but I do say it’s fair to look at.”
“If it is half as fine as these flowers you bring to gladden my house,” Faramir gestured to where Rose and Elanor laughed with Eowyn nearby, “then I imagine it is beautiful. Shall we join them?”
“Aye.”