"Your young Steward should heal quickly," Aragorn assured the healer. "What he needs now is good food to build his strength up again.
The healer despatched a servant to inform the cook.
The woman beamed. "I kept some provisions put by for if our Lord Faramir should awaken, " she said, bustling to prepare the ingredients and put the pans on to boil.
Soon Faramir was tucking into a nourishing beef broth followed by baked custard with lashings of honey.
Faramir ate heartily and when the servant brought back his cleared plates the cook was the happiest woman in Gondor.
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