‘For myself,” said Faramir, “I would see the White Tree…

‘For myself,” said Faramir, “I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens.

Book IV, The Window on the West

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