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.

We have been 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

The language in this chapter is Swedish. The song mentioned is the official Scout Song taken from the Swedish Scouts.Theparts I use herehas benn translated into English by me. The words written in Italic is original Swedish. I hope you shall enjoy the chapter.

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.

I do not own the Official Swedish Scout Song either, but as I am a Scout, I say I have the right to use it in my fic.

After this boring but somewhat important reading, please continue to, the chapter.

A Song Out of This World

The library was dimly lit due to the late hour. Lamps had been lit and spread a faint glow in the room. However, not even their glow could reach into all corners, and so shadows played on the walls.

Gandalf sat with a few pages of parchment in front of them. They were very old, yellow with age, and the ink had grown faint. No longer a clear black, but so faded it was hard to read. It did not help that it had been written in a language that was not common. He had however been able to decipher almost all of it, alas there were still much left.

Across the table from him sat a young man with an old tome in front of him. He was turning the pages with great care since age had made them weak and brittle.

Turning his eyes from his friend and back to the parchment he muttered a silent curse to himself. One paragraph still had him utterly confused. He could not understand the meaning of it.

"Håll spänd din sträng, håll blank din pil." He muttered under his breath. "Whatever does that mean? 'Håll spänd din sträng, håll blank din pil.' I can not understand it."

Faramir looked up from his tome at the quiet muttering. "Keep your bow strung, keep your arrowhead shining." He said softly.

Gandalf looked up to peer at him from across the table. "Do you know what it means?" He asked.

"Ah, yes." Faramir admitted. "It is Swedish, it is not from this world. I learned it some years ago." He looked just a tad embarrassed about his knowledge.

"Then mayhap you would be so kind as to assist me with translating this." Gandalf passed him the parchment. "It seems to be a song, used by some group. I think one could say that they resembled the Rangers somewhat." He passed over a few more of the old parchments. "I think this would be a description of what they did, and how they were organized."

Faramir was already busy studying the first parchment. He had pushed his tome carefully aside, and had pulled paper, ink and a quill close instead. As he read and translated it in his mind, he wrote down the translation on the paper.

"I believe the name of the group is Scouts." He stated absently as he was still working. "Or more precise, Boy Scouts. This is a song the Swedish Boy Scouts used. That paragraph comes from it, and here is another one that sounds interesting. 'The weak we give our courage, heavy burdens we enlighten. We gladly sacrifice our blood.' They must be very committed to their cause." He stated.

Having finished his translation he read through it again.

"Ah, I think I see. It is more of a figure of speech than it is a real statement." He decided thoughtfully.

"Sounds reasonable." Gandalf decided. Taking the translation of the song. "What can you make of that other ones. They should be of the same group."

"They are." Faramir skimmed over the first few lines. "How it came to be founded, their motto and such it seems." He took up his quill again as he read through it careful not to miss any detail.

"It was founded by a man named Robert Baden-Powell. Apparently he thought that the young boys that had nothing to do should be provided by a healthy exercise that would keep them occupied." He took the time to read through parts of it again so that he would not say anything wrong. "He gathered a group of them and taught them useful skills. The name comes from the word scout and scouting as he was in the military once. And he wanted them to scout out every possibility in the situations they faced. Apparently he charged them with 'doing a good deed daily.' So that they would be useful and kind to others."

"That does not sound like a bad idea." Gandalf decided.

"It sounds like he knew what he was doing." Faramir looked at a list of paragraph. "He set out rules for what a Scout should strive to be. 'A Scout understands there is strength in being gentle. He treats others as he wants to be treated. He does not hurt or kill harmless things without reason.' I rather like the sound of it." He decided. "These codes was not something one was judged by, it seems it was a code they were asked to do their best to live by. They also had a motto. 'Be prepared.'"

"What were they charged with being prepared for?" Gandalf asked. "I'm sure it would be specified."

Faramir smiled. "Not specified as such. 'For any thing.' It seems the founder stated. They were to be prepared for life. For living, and making living a good thing for themselves, and for others." He tapped the paper. "I guess that is the doing a good deed again."

"Seems to me the Rangers could learn from them." Gandalf teased.

"The Rangers are not the only ones that could learn from it." Faramir mused. "I would like to make some of the nobles follow the 'good deed' rule. I know some of them that are quite the opposite."

"They tend to be rather greedy." Gandalf agreed. "Well, I thank you for the help. It was driving me to the edge not being able to get anything out of it." He gave Faramir a calculating look. "I would never have guessed that you would be able to read it. How come you have learnt a language that is not from this world."

Faramir gave a shy smile. "I found a book about it once. It seemed a challenge, so I tried my best to master it."

"I am certainly glad for that." Gandalf mused. "You have saved me several days work it seems."

"Then mayhap you could help me look for something." Faramir smiled as innocently as he was able to.

"What would that be?" The smile did not fool Gandalf the least, but he was amused by it. It was a bit of good natured humour and fun between the two friends.

Faramir pointed to a few lines in the tome he had been studying. "I know there is another book in this library that refers to this name, but I know not where to look for it. If you could help me find it I would be grateful."

"I shall see what I can do." With those words the two friends sat out searching the library for the tome Faramir needed.

The End.

Breon Briarwood: Thank You again for your suport. I value it very much.

Silver Sniper: When I learned languages in School, I to desiered to have his skills at it. I am glad you though that it was fun.

Raksha The Demon: It is a shame Faramir is to bussy to teach. You might have noticed that I have been called a 'perpetual spelling disaster' but I am doing my best. The Harad plot is under construction, as for the rest, it is taken under heavy consideration.

lindahoyland: Thank you very much. I was hoping it would be fun to read, and so it means a lot that you liked it.

Shallindra: I am very glad you liked it. There will be some longer chapters, but thus far I am afraid they are rather short. I shall do my best to make them turn out well atleast.

Thank You all whom have reviwed, and all of you who read as well.

Every reviwe is much apriciated.

Kind Regards, Elenhin