THE DAY FARAMIR WOKE UP HAPPY (!Oh my god!)

This story is … um… probably more than slightly crazy. I decided Farri needed a happy side (Farri-angst fans, don't eat me.)

so... here we go! Review if you'd like, but I don't exactly see the point. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own

Faramir (Much as I'd like to)

Aragorn (Wish I did)

Legolas (Very glad I don't, but if I did I'd sell him to the fan girls for a large amount)

Sam (Who would make a handy gardener, but no much else)

Merry (He could fit on my shelf)

Frodo (He'd look nice on the shelf as well)

Pippin (Who would ALSO look lovely on my shelf)

Gandalf (Who'd be neat for parties)

Or Imrahil.

I did not write, and do not own Lord of the Rings. (Face it guys, if I was Tolkien, I wouldn't be wasting my time writing a fic about a happy Faramir. I'd be writing to the people who cast LotR, to complain about Boromir and Faramir. David Wenham + Sean Bean are awesome – but face it – we can't pretend they have black hair.

Anyway – TO THE STORY!

Aragorn knocked on his large table, scowling at everyone in front of him.

"ORDER!"

He shouted, looking over at Legolas, Gimli, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Gandalf, Frodo + Imrahil.

"I have been hearing some… um… disturbing rumours."

Said the King, frowning slightly.

"If it's about that brunette from Rohan… I had nothing to do with it."

Said Gimli. Legolas, funnily enough, looked away, whistling to himself.

Aragorn blinked.

"Uh, no. It's MUCH worse."

He cleared his throat and then continued talking.

"Apparently, when Lord Faramir woke up this morn, he was... well… happy."

Everyone snorted.

"Don't believe rumours. They're never true. Especially in Faramir's case. You do remember the one about how he apparently broke his leg because he fell off the sixth circle?"

Said Gandalf, cocking a very white eyebrow.

Legolas started whistling again.

"I refuse to believe 'happy' is even in my Nephew's vocabulary."

Muttered Imrahil to no one in particular.

Merry, Pippin and Gimli started laughing.

"IF YOU'RE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP YOUR HANDS!"

Came a loud voice from outside the chamber, followed by several loud claps.

"Bet its Éomer." Muttered Legolas. "He's just jealous coz he dosen't look as good as me."

"Naw, It's probably Arwen come to complain because Aragorn didn't invite her."

Sniggered Merry.

Aragorn scowled at the hobbit.

"IT'S BOROMIR! NO! SAURON! QUICK! HIDE THE RING MR FRODO!"

Screamed Sam at the top of his incredibly small lungs.

Pippin coughed. "Sam, Boromir and Sauron are dead, and Frodo got rid of the ring."

"Whoops."

Said Sam sheepishly. (Not like a sheep, but you know XD)

But to everyone's surprise, Faramir stood in the doorway, scowling.

"A party? I wasn't invited…"

Everyone was expecting his usual, crazy self-doubting thoughts, so it was not surprise. Soon he'd launch into a rant that it didn't matter that he wasn't invited, because he was weak/stupid/dumb etc.

"I told you he wouldn't be happy"

Whispered Imrahil.

"Oh well!"

Said Faramir, laughing.

"I'm here now, you probably just forgot my invite coz I slept in, right, Aragorn?"

"He called me… Aragorn…"

Aragorn said, staring at the Steward.

"Well, duh. What else was I supposed to call you? My liege? What a joke!"

Aragorn blinked.

Imrahil fell off his chair.

"HE MUST BE AN IMPOSTOR!"

Screamed Sam.

"IT'S BOROMIR IN DISGUISE!"

Imrahil was gasping for breath, muttering something about getting his nephew to the Healers. Quickly.

"Anyway, I've got the latest goss on that cute girl from Rohan you liked Legolas!"

THE END.

Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed this tale, and I hope it lightens your day somewhat!