“I’ll pull these weeds up, my lord.” The gardener regarded the patch of long leaved plants with horror.
“No, leave them be,” Faramir said firmly.
“But, my lord,” the gardener protested. “You cannot let weeds flourish in your garden!”
“Do you not know what that plant is?” asked Faramir. “It is athelas, the noblest thing that grows! The King himself used it to save me from the Black Breath. Athelas in his healing hands restored life to my lady and I.”
“But it is a weed, my lord!”
“And I say it is the most precious thing in my garden.”