I love Faramir!! Faramir of Gondor, a seemingly minor character in the Lord of the Rings, really captures my heart and mind. If such a noble man exists in our world, I would gladly marry him 😀

He was the second (and the youngest) son of the Steward of Gondor.  Since childhood, he has learned – and accepted without grudge – the fact that his brother is their father’s favourite. Still, he grew up to be an able Captain of Gondor and a loving brother to Boromir. Later on, during the War of the Rings, he learned – and accepted willingly – that another man has come to claim the throne of Gondor, and doing so ended the ruling authority of the Steward, which belongs to Faramir after his father’s death. When the Ring of Power appeared within his grasp, again Faramir shown his greatness.

I would not take this thing, if it lay by the highway. Not were Minas Tirith falling in ruin and I alone could save her, so, using the weapon of the Dark Lord for her good and my glory. No, I do not wish for such triumphs…

Here was a man who fought bravely in battle to defend his city, out of his love to the city and its people, not out of his lust of glory as a mighty king. Here was a man who was offered with a chance to rule over all Middle-earth, but was still calm enough to discern wisely. He knew his authority and responsibility; he bore them ably and wisely, without craving for greater authority.

He saw sorrow in Lady Eowyn’s heart from the first time he saw her. And what he saw moved him into genuine pity and pure love. Here was a man who knew and accepted the fact that the lady he cared for was seeking another man’s love, yet still he loved her and confidently waited for the day when Eowyn came to realize her true feelings for Faramir.

It also came to my mind that Faramir’s characters reflect his creator’s background. A devout Catholic, surely Tolkien was not unfamiliar with the idea that nobility does not have to be shown through might; instead, nobility does shine beatifully through humility and meekness. Afterall, that is what we celebrate on this Holy Week: a King who rode a donkey instead of a mighty horse, a King with a crown of thorn and the triumph that comes through a humiliating cross.

Last night, after reading the parts involving Faramir for may be the 4th times; I pondered that maybe I have met a Faramir in real life. For does not my beloved resemble him in the way he accepts things with humility? Yet I often accuse his humility as lack of ambition.