Author's Note: This is a bit of a joke that I wrote with the help of a friend. We thought that Faramir was skilled at different languages, and wondered just what languages he could speak.
Trying to think of as many as possible, and writing a story on each. Some languages will be from Lord of the Ring, some will not, but we will name them and where they come from. So Have no fear
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Ring, I only borrow parts of it and shall return them as soon as I am done. Completely undamaged, as I am certain it will be impossible to see where we glued the pieces back together.
Now, please read this, 'ehurm', masterful work, or whatever it is. I do however hope you enjoy it.
The Not Yet Requested Copy.
Council meetings was always tedious, and this was no ordinary meeting. After the war there was so much that needed to be put in order, and to many people sought only to make a profit.
Most of the people around the table thought that way.
Aragorn did not really trust more than half of them.
He had Arwen and Legolas there to help him keep track of things.
There was an official scribe that wrote everything down, But he had asked Faramir to take notes as well. He trusted the young Steward.
The problem was that Denethor never had.
Denethor had been so certain that his oldest son would become Steward, that he had never seen the need to train his youngest.
Despite that the young man did his best.
Aragorn leaned closer to Arwen. "They seek only their own profit." He said. He spoke in her language, so that none other than she or Legolas could understand.
"We can not let them have their way. Gondor would be doomed if we did."
"If they profited they would not care." Legolas said
They discussed the problem amongst themselves. Trying to find the best solution. Aragorn regretted that he could not include the young Steward whom was still faithfully taking notes, but if he told hem the others would hear. He did not want them to know just yet.
For the moment they were busy with their own argument, and had not taken notice about the conversation taking place in the tongue of the elves.
The quirk was that when they came upon a solution they needed a written copy of it. Once that was clear they agreed that they had to risk being over heard when telling Faramir. Hopefully if it was done quietly the others would take no notice of it. Nor catch on to what was being said.
He turned to the younger man and was about to whisper a request for a written version of their decision. Before he had been able to whisper the words Faramir passed a few sheets of paper to him.
Aragorn glanced at the papers, neat rows of distinctly elvish letters covered the front of them.
One quick glance told him that he had in his hand what he had been about to ask for.
"I did not know that you spoke the tongue of the elves?" He said softly in elvish to the younger man.
"Not many does, sire." He said softly in a perfect dialect. "I did not mean to deceive you about my knowledge."
Aragorn laughed softly. "Ah, but it is a pleasant surprise. I should have known to suspect it from you. Who taught you, if I may ask?"
"Mithrandir helped me with some parts of it." He admitted.
"It's a good thing, there are certain things that I do not wish the councillors to know." He eyed the papers again. "Thank you my friend."
Arwen and Legolas was giving them knowing glances.
"You should have been able to guess." Arwen chided him.
"Oh, and you were?" He said.
"I was fairly certain he could at least speak it." Arwen smiled. "Really love, it is in his nature, a desire to know everything. It would not surprise me if he knew other languages as well."
The End, for now, more on the same theme will follow.
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Elenhin