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

In this chapter the author is not really me, this is why we claim to have co-authored this. My good friend Celebrion is mainly responsible for this. I know, he managed to stealCarl right from beneth my nose. I wanted to write Carl.

Honestly, as I said, we are in this together, but he was lucky to get Carl, and I have helped out with a line here or there, I got a little Carl.

Since I have already given Carl away, I might warn you that we are doingQuenya andLatin here. Carl is from Van Helsing, and both he and Faramir is played by the same actor, David Wenham, in case there is someone who did not know this.

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.

Do not own Van Helsing either, and unfortunatlely Carl belongs to the Van Helsing movie.

Here is the tale as we will tell it. (PLease, we know we make spelling errors, please take no offence. We truly do our best. Besides, you should suport your local spelling disaster.)

Latin Confusion

By Celebrion

A waft of dust rose as the doors to the old library opened. Carl sat at a desk, surrounded by ancient tomes and manuscripts, many faded and brittle. The page in his hands was in good condition compared to some of the others in front of him.

The other page of the pair lay in a protective leather file just in front of him. That page was brittle even compared to the oldest books in the library, and was written in a language he had never seen before, all curls and dots to the eye.

'This is what you get from digging around to much in the dusty parts of the world.' He thought to himself, sighed yet again and looking down at the aged parchment encased in leather. The strange script seemed to flow over the page.

The introduction on the younger page said that the monk that had originally found the page had been able to translate it, and that this was a translation of it. The problem was that the key for translating that was also mentioned, seemed to have disappeared at some point.

Carl was deeply confused.

"Et in finis Aeni Tertium Vis Annuli delere erat et Dominus Tenebrosus erat discedere postrem vice. Quod est Aeni Tertium? Quod est in Primum Seceredum Aenorum facet? Quod est Vis Annuli? Et quis est Dominus Tenebrosus? Et quod fueret de eum?"

"He is as good as dead, his name was Sauron…"

Carl jerked his head up and saw a man, dressed in black and with brown hair that reached to his shoulders, standing in front of the desk.

"Pardon me for interrupting, but I could not help but overhearing you talking…" The man said with a faint smile.

It took Carl a moments to realize that the stranger was speaking fluent Latin with him.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" He asked hesitantly.

"Oh, pardon my manners. I am Faramir. Pray tell me whom I have the great honour of addressing?" The stranger said in a gentle voice.

"Oh dear. I'm Carl. Uhm, nice to meet you?" He hurried to introduce himself.

"Please forgive my inquisitiveness, but may I ask what that is that you are studying, Carl?"

"Oh, just these old manuscripts that I found in 'the Kingdom of Dust' a week ago." He grinned as he used his favourite phrase for the oldest corner of the library.

"That place I recognize." The man grinned back. "We have one such realm where I come from to. I have spent many days down there."

"Me too… Hum, where are you from?" Carl asked curiously. "It rather sounds like I would like to visit, you seem to have a nice library."

"I am sorry, but it might be a bit troublesome going there. I come from Minas Tirith. I think that the document on your desk originates from there."

Carl's mouth fell open, he knew of that city.

Faramir merely smiled gentle and produced a thick book, labelled in the same curly script covering the frontcover and back.

Carl, suddenly rendered incapable of both speech and movement, just sat there.

Faramir placed the book carefully on the desk.

"Farewell, my friend." He smiled reassuringly at the confused friar, turned and left, still smiling. He had found someone that shared his passion for languages, and he knew where to find him again if he should like to.

Temporarily, The End

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