Faramir, younger son of Denethor II, had been entranced by a certain young lady for some time. You were a visiting knight from Eryn Galen, the king's head guardian and diplomat, to be exact. You were quite beautiful, intelligent, kind, and brave- all qualities that Faramir found very appealing. He went to ask his older brother for advice on how to ask for your hand, but Boromir strongly advised against it.

"Not with ten thousand men at your support could you do this. It is folly."

"It seems there is something about Miss Y/N I do not know?"

Boromir shook his head and smiled sympathetically at his naive brother.

"You really believe her father, the king of the forest elves, would allow such a thing?"