Faramir's heart aches at the sight of his brother's pain and he almost reaches out to touch his shoulder. But now is not the right time.

He watches him for a moment, thinking of the best order in which to go on about things.

"Three of them, albeit not at the same time or in the same places. And I know the fourth, the one called Merry resides in Rohan, in the halls of Théoden."

Which he knows because Pippin would not stop telling him stories. The thought of the young hobbit brings a small smile to his face. Faramir is clearly quite fond of him - Pippin was the first to make him laugh in a very long time.

"Pippin dwells within our city walls." Raising his head to meet Boromir's gaze he smiles warmly at him. "He joined the tower guards and entered Gondor's service in your honor."