Epilogue: The King
The King Elessar made his way down past the fountain of the White Tree, in full blossom after all these long years. White petals floated down through the spring air. On both sides of his path, everyone bowed reverently to him. He made the briefest of pauses before a pair of familiar faces. At his right was the Steward of Gondor and the White Lady of Rohan, flanked by Rohirric Royal Guards and Rangers of Ithilien. Faramir was clad in deep blue edged with fine silver in the form of Ithilien flowers; at his side Éowyn stood in gold, glowing with joy like the Sun Herself. They bowed in unison to him.
Aragorn felt his heart healed as he saw the bliss on Éowyn’s face when she clasped Faramir’s hand. After greeting Éomer and Legolas, he found his own bliss behind a silver standard.