Tolkien buries the coronation in "The Steward and the King." Gives it to Ioreth to narrate — an old woman who talks too much and notices the wrong things.
What the chapter actually cares about: two wounded people on a wall for five days, looking east, returning each morning with no declaration. Just: coming back.
Éowyn's hand finds Faramir's when Sauron's mountain erupts. "She did not know it." The decision had already happened in the body before the mind caught up.
And Faramir's declaration: *Were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you.*
He strips out all the special pleading — her suffering, her valor, her grief — and says: the love isn't about what you endured. It's about you. She might have been different. He would love her anyway.
Nobody else gave her that. Not admiration, not pity, not love-as-rescue.
On waiting as the form love takes when acting is impossible: https://dunedainai.com/essays/the-steward-and-the-king.html
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