A King Made Fool
According to Rohan preference the meal was not a quiet affair. The Hobbits was quit talkative. Legolas and Gimli was arguing about, well something. The men was evolving themselves into whatever conversation was most interesting for the moment.
Arwen and Eowyn seemed to compare different traits in the nature of men. Eomer had seated himself next to Eowyn, since they would see less of each other in the near future, when Eowyn moved to Ithilien with her husband, he wanted to be near her while he could. They were only betrothed now, and so it was some time away, but for him it would still come to soon.
Well aware that Faramir had been seated on his other side, Eomer decided that some things was best spoken in Rohiric.
"Sister." He said to her. "There are some things about the men of Gondor that you should know." He glanced to his side, but Faramir was looking at Aragorn and seemed to take no heed of the strange tongue spoken by the man next to him. ¨
"Such as what?" She asked, giving him a strange look.
"The men of Gondor can not drink. Look at your future husband. He has only had one mug of ale this evening. They are to weak for decent ale."
Eowyn was about to object and defend her betrothed but never got the chance. A young Gondorian man lean into the conversation from the side.
"Actually that is not true at all." A young Gondorian man whom spoke Rohiric like a native. "Your count is muddled by ale. I've had three." Faramir smiled at Eowyn.
Eomer looked like a young boy that had been caught in the act of mischief, and quite embarrassed as well.
"He never were good at counting." Eowyn smiled wickedly. "Drunk or sober he never could count."
Faramir chuckled mirthfully. "I believe you." He said. Mischief gleamed in his eyes. "I believe I have heard that is a treat that most of the Rohan men share." He gave Eowyn a playful smile. "Of course the women of Rohan does not share it, they are much to intelligent and cunning." He added.
Eowyn laughed at her betrotheds mirth, and of course her brothers embarrassments. She had known that Faramir spoke the Rohiric tongue. She had been about to warn him, but Faramir had scored the point wonderfully. Her brother had still not been able to come up with any reply at all.
The others around the table had begun to realise they had missed the cause of his silence, and was enquiring about it.
Faramir being polite and not wanting to offend would not speak the tale. Eowyn saw it as her duty as his sister to inform them of the details. The tale combined with Eomer's dumbstruck expression soon had everyone laughing at the King whom had made himself the fool.
The End, of this chapter. As said before more shall follow, ye have been warned.
Thanks to all readers, especially those whom also reviwed.
Elenhin
Breon Briarwood: Thank you for the kind words, there are indeed many situations when one wish for language skills, and yes, they are coming.
Dumbledalf: Entish I have now done and it shall apear in a later shapter, as for Swahili, I'm working on it
Silver Sniper: There is a point to that. Speaking the wrong language at the wrong time is even now being worked into the plot line.
Pasha ToH: I like to see where it goes as well. Faramir sometimes takes a stroll and leaves me behind. Glad you liked it though.
Sidheranma: Ah, there shall be many drabbles, many indeed. Thank you for reading.