Author's note: This is a comedystory based on my story The Not Yet Requested Copy. One of my readers claimed we should write a tale on Aragorn's desk, and so I did that. It is however a comedy, and it is supposed to be silly to a certain extent.
Since the first chapter was so warmly greeted, we decided to continue this. There will be even more to come, but updates will not be regularly, it will be updated whenever we havesomething toupdate.
Thanks again to Forever Faramir who have once again deciphered my miss spellings and turned them into comprehensible words. Quite a mean feat I tell you. You are the greatest Forever Faramir.
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.
Desk of Dust
chapter 2
Of the Desk
The desk stood there as they were going on about their various ideas around it. To think that they thought it to be utterly soul less and inanimate.
The desk found that outrageous.
Or perhaps not exactly, for when everything was taken into account the desk was not capable of thought.
The desk was a desk, a mere chunk of wood shaped my hands into filling a purpose. It had been made by cunning hands to suit the noble, a desk fine enough for a King.
A beautifully crafted and well polished thing that even a King could feel proud of as it stood in his study. That was the purpose for which the desk had been crafted. That was the purpose for which the wood had been put under the magic of saw, hammer drill and knife. Shaped and fitted together into a most magnificent piece.
One that would stand for as long as the tree it was made of had stood. One that would see many generations seated behind it.
It was something of pride to be placed there, in the King's study.
It was a shame that a desk was not capable of such awareness and thus had no idea of this.
It was also a shame that there somewhere down the line a King had not taken a liking to the desk, and had ordered it to be taken away and placed somewhere else.
Instead that King had wanted a frilly piece of furniture that only survived two generations.
After that there had been no King, and the frilly desk had rotted with wormwood while the other one stood gathering dust in an old archive where it had been placed. It had been thought that it could be used by those who were in the archive and wanted to take notes of anything, but not many went there, and soon the desk was so covered in dust that not one could really tell the beautiful craftsmanship that was hidden beneath grey dust.
Then the King had come and the people had rejoiced.
The King had needed a desk, but had not wanted to spend recourses on something as trivial as a desk when the country was still recovering from a war. Instead he had decided to see what could be turned up of what was already available, but not in use.
In a corner of the old archive, under a surprisingly thick layer of dust he had found the desk.
Aragorn found a desk, and it was a beautiful one. He instantly took a liking to it and had it cleaned and polished and brought into his study.
There it stood, again, the pride of a King. Aragorn thought that it was one of the most beautifully crafted furniture that he had even seen made by the hands of man.
Yet the desk had still been covered in dust for generations and generations, and that is something that might affect even a desk
For when something is completely covered in dust, you can not tell what is hidden there beneath the dust, it could be anything at all. Just because it was a desk that was covered in dust does not mean that you will find a desk when you brush away the dust, for since you can not tell what it is beneath the dust it could be anything. This time it so happened that it was a desk that was uncovered.
However when the desk was uncovered it was still not over all the effects of the dust.
Therefore if someone were to place papers in the drawers, you would not necessarily find the same papers there when you opened the drawer. For when papers have been covered in dust you can not really tell what is written on them, it could be anything at all, but the desk had once been made with the purpose of containing papers, and so it made sure that it did.
By the same means ink was supposed to be used up, and so the ink was made used up, quite frequently actually. For the desk ever strove to fill its purpose.
However the desk was not really aware of those things, nor was the desk aware of the King and the Steward that could not understand how the ink could use itself up, nor how there could be more papers when one returned to the room, than there had been when one left.
The desk had managed to confuse both men, and it was a real pity that it was not aware of it, for if it had been, it would certainly have been amused by their bewildered faces, and the fact that it had managed to confuse two of the more intelligent men in the Kingdom.
What would come to effect the desk more was the two Halflings that were currently deep in thought. Trying to figure out how to best make use of the desk.
In short the desk had been emptied of papers and instead filled with food.
Now food is not something that is supposed to be in a desk, and thus the desk would not treat the food as it would have treated papers, but still, the ink was supposed to be used, and used it was.
There was really only one thing that was remotely familiar in the drawers now, something that very much reminded the desk of the beeswax candles that had so often been standing on its smooth surface of the desk. Beeswax candles with their faint smell of honey was something that the desk knew belonged there, and thus it concentrated the use of ink around this. Latching on to whatever was familiar.
Finally the strange food was taken away and the desk was given back the papers that it had sorely missed.
Regretfully lacking awareness the desk was not aware of what happened when two men and two Hobbits sat down to eat the food that had been in the desk, only to find it full of ink.
The honey cakes that had been unfortunate enough to resemble beeswax candles and was therefore black with ink. Furthermore were they made to resemble candles when they were thrown into the fire to burn, and they actually did contribute with a little light as they did so.
Had the desk been capable of awareness for its surroundings even once it would certainly have wanted it at that moment. If only to see how a certain Steward made a vain attempt at procuring the much beloved honey cakes from the fire as the others made to leave, and thus were no longer watching him.
For surely it would have been the most amusing thing for the desk to see how the Steward was driven on rout by the flames, and how he suppressed a yelp form having been burned, not wanting the others to turn at the sound and see him standing there, burnt fingers in his mouth and sadly eyeing the now by flames devoured honey cakes.
Or maybe, just maybe the desk was aware of what was occurring around it to some extent, for why else would it be the reason for so many of the absurd situations that would take place in the Kings study.
For when a thing have once been completely covered in dust, it could be anything at all beneath that thick layer of dust, and as a direct result, anything at all can also happen where it is concerned.
Something that the King and the Steward had yet to learn.
BlurredOasis: Thank you, it was wonderful to see that you enjoyed it so much. Ah, when are the Hobbits not hoping that something can be used to produce more food. I think that making food might be their main purpose in life.
Lilan: Yes, it would indeed take place when no one could be bothered to be serious. I had a lot of fun just writing this, and the connection between Faramir and honey is now firmly looked in my mind. I am very glad that you liked this. I am also not sure exactly where Faramir and the honey obsession came from, but there is a lot of it in the stories that Evendim writes. Again I will say that it meant a lot to me that you enjoyed it, and I hope that you were able to get many laughs out of this chapter to.
Kabuki733701: It is called the Desk of Dust because it came from the Kingdom of Dust, something that we invented in our story collection, 'The Not Yet Requested Copy.' In that one you'll find many notes about the Kingdome of Dust, this is merely a spin of from it. I am sorry for the grammar errors and the grammar errors. The trouble with being dyslexic, and I try to avoid them as much as possible. In the note furthest down we merely thought that Sean Bean and David Wenham was so good at acting like brothers, so we want them to be brothers for real. We thus want to vote them into being brothers the same way as their characters, Boromir and Faramir is.
Katieelessar: I am happy to know that you enjoyed it. It is thanks to pleas such as yours that we decided to continue, and even if it is not here, I will be writing more about Faramir and Boromir teasing each other.
Silver Sniper: Puh, I am really glad that you thought it worth it, I hope this was as well. There will be more to come at a later date as well. As for me, it would depend on how badly it was ink splattered whatever I would eat it or not, and how hungry I was. You do not have a favourite dish? We might have to see what we can do about that, if you want one I am sure that I can arrange it in some way.
Lindahoyland: It appears that you do not know how many things in real life acts like the desk until you write about it and see what people says. Glad you enjoyed it, and I can assure you that we have not planned for Faramir to get unwell from the ink, it is after all a nice desk that wants no harm to befall anyone.
Legolas's Girl 9: Ah, thank you, I am so glad that you think that. I hope that you liked this as well.
Susan W: I am sorry that it took time for me to write this, but I had to wait for a good idea. We rather thought that to much of the ink could be harmful, that was why Merry threw them into the fire, though it appears that maybe they should have watched Faramir closer, eh? I promise you that even if I do not know where I will write it, there will be more of Faramir and Boromir teasing each other, as well as all of the others teasing each others.
Duskshadow: What fun would it be if we solved all of it in one take… The Desk of Dust is just to much to just explain, it is easier to let you see how it works and thinks, and you see, we did not just abandoned it, we just took a tactical retreat to gather more ammunition.
Steelelf: We have written more, and there is even more to come after this, and yeah, Faramir is a little eager kid when it comes to honey cakes.
MexicanDevil-RoadCrew: It is great to write something crazy just because it is fun at times, is it not. We had so much fun writing this, and we thank you very much for the vote. We are now one step closer to making them brothers.
Faraboro: I hope that you liked how we continued on this, there will be even more to come as well. We are also very grateful for you vote, they will become brothers, and when they do, it appears that they shall have a father as well.
Eruviluieth: Oh, it is nice to know that you enjoy the Not Yet Requested Copy. This is a spin off though, so there might be more of Faramir being doubtfull in the original story, that depends on what happens. We would like to thank you for your vote as well.
Shy-Shadow Reckless:Faramir is adorable whatever he does, but it is a treat that really fits him, there seems to be a lot of desks like our desk out there for real. That is interesting to know.
Earendil Eldar: To know that you liked it was to know that we had done well, thank you. Hmm, there are indeed many desks like that, and they could be related to Aragorn's: have you checked your desks pedigree? You might find out if you do. Oh, yes, there are some very nice honey containing things in the world, I can understand why Faramir loves it so. I hope that you enjoyed the continuing of this as much as the original.
Here I would like to thank everyone who reads my works, thank you.
Here it must also be said that in the tale "A Two Colour Chain Mail," we started the vote
based on the fact that Sean Bean and David Wenham made the perfect image of two brothers. We also got plenty of agreement on that.
So here it is, if you agree with us and think that they should be real brothers. Say so in your review. It shall be your vote. On my authors page, in the bio I shall keep score.
When the score reaches 100, they shall be declared official brothers. Then on my authors page shall be an official declaration written by Elenhin and Celebrion.
Then the truth can not be denied, they shall be brothers.