Faramir draws in a small, inaudible breath, his eyes widening at the sight. The grip on his weapon tightens. To him, this unfamiliar being looks like a creation of the Dark Lord himself, even though he finds his heart not frozen in the same fear that powerful minions such as the Nazgûl evoke.

He watches with a mixture of fearful respect, tense with adrenaline. Reaching back for an arrow he draws his bow quietly, getting ready for the eventuality of a battle.