Faramir seizes the hand for a moment in a brief, strong hold, for such unexpected and joyous news demands connection. "Utulien aure!" he echoes in a murmur. "And the sun burst forth and shone bright in the sky, and all was made golden in its light...almost it is too much to believe possible." He takes a long breath, still standing amazed with wonderment. "And my uncle, Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth--know you if he lives? And my young cousins. And the king of Rohan...gladly would I hear he is well, for his sister's sake--"

He has said a little too much there, but it hardly seems to matter--cannot matter, here and now. But he catches himself, releasing Edlenn's hand. "Again I ask your forgiveness. My great relief makes me overwrought, to ask so many questions of one who may not even know those of whom I speak. It is enough to know that all will be well. Though in truth I am now even more anxious to return than I was, from wishing to see it."