'Then must I leave my own people, man of Gondor?' she said. 'And would you have your proud folk say of you: 'There goes a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North! Was there no woman of the race of Numenor to choose?''
'I would,' said Faramir. And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared no that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many. J.R.R. Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings, Book 6, Chapter 5: The Steward and the King