‘And would you have your proud folk say to you: “There goes a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North! Was there no woman of the race of Númenor to choose?”’
‘I would,’ said Faramir. And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky.
(Source: thatswhatimtolkienbout, via quentin-taranti-no)