“Where are you taking me?” said Faramir.  Éowyn had him by the hand, and she was leading him outdoors.

“Do you not wish to see the fruit of your labors?” she replied gravely.

“Yes, if they are the fruit of my labors alone and not Lothíriel’s.”

“Then, do you not wish to see how clever she is?”

“I already know how clever she is.”

Éowyn just tugged at him.  “Years later, we shall all sit back and laugh at my brother’s folly, and you will regret not having seen it firsthand if you do not see this.  Now, come, let us find some place where we shall not be observed.”

Faramir complied.