Pippin says something outlandish and I laugh. Next to me, I hear Faramir's chuckle and glance at him. He is leaning back against the wall, relaxed and smiling. It is good to see him smile after so many difficulties.

He looks up, catches my gaze, and his smile deepens. He raises his mug in a silent salute. Soon my bride will arrive, and I shall be married. Soon Eowyn will come, and he shall wed. But until then we shall be bachelors together, good friends and close companions. I return his silent toast and drink, honored to be his friend.