Faramir's eyes widen, and he whirls upon hearing the name of his beloved city, wondering who it is in this place who recognizes the crest of the White Tree. When he sees that the speaker is an Elf, his gaze only grows more wondering. "Strange indeed," he agrees. "And stranger still to see one of the Eldar here! But most well met are you, my lord, and most glad I am to hear the name of my homeland once more."
!!! <3 Also, mindread away. He's already smitten with Eowyn but the war isn't won yet.