“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” - Thich Nhat Hanh
“All healing is first a healing of the heart.” - Carl Townsend
I watched the Tree slowly come back to life as did I. When I first arrived in the guest rooms—my body and heart broken—the Tree was bare and bereft of life.
As the pain of my wounds receded, I left my bed to walk in the gardens, and one morning I saw tiny buds upon the white branches.
Hope rose up within me and I decided that, no matter if Aragorn loved me or not, I would live.
I first met Faramir there, in the gardens. I could see in his eyes that he was as broken as I, and the kinship of pain brought us together as friends.
We walked among the plants and trees, slowed by our battle wounds, and I told him many things—things I’d not told anyone before.
I told him of Grima, and of Aragorn; he told me of his father and of his brother. We found ourselves holding hands while we walked, reaching out for what comfort the other could give.
Every day, the buds upon the Tree were larger, and soon they began to unfurl.
I watched with a growing gladness in my heart as, for the first time in an age, the White Tree of Gondor burst into bloom.
That day, we gathered on the heights to see Aragorn crowned King, and my heart shrank within me when he claimed the Elf princess Arwen as his bride.
But Faramir stood with me and, as Aragorn swept Arwen into his arms, Faramir took my hand, and I knew that if I let him, he would be there for me for the rest of our lives.
With a last small sigh, I turned my back on the man I had loved and smiled at the man who loved me.