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

The Lord Demeni is not an evil lord, he is merely a bit confused at times. (Read that as all the time.) He always means well, but not necessarily what he says. He might say a word while actually meaning to say another word, or he thinks the meaning of the word is entirely different from what he means.

Using misinterpretations of the English Language was an idea that Breon Briarwood gave me, and I have used it, so if you like it, give some credit there. Lord Demeni shall appear later as well.

This is pretty much a sequel to Poisoned Potion, as this picks up where that one left off. Reading this chapter without reading the last chapter first can be confusing. That means it will be even more confusing than the normal level on my works. So please make sure to read the last chapter first.

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 own the Lord Demeni and the Lord Barladro, and anyone who think himself or herself able to guess at the meaning of those names are welcome to do so.

And now for something completely different, a story instead of a note. Please read this creation of mine that somehow was called a story.

/Elenhin

The Continuing Anecdote, Part One

A patrol had been sent out to deal with the Orcs only two days ago, but some of the Councillors was already asking for progress.

"They have not even gotten two full days away from here yet. It is at least two more days until they reach the area they are supposed to patrol." Faramir informed them, again, absently scratching his arm. "We have sent out patrols, they will send back word to us as soon as they have any word."

"I am sure that promise will make the farmers feel so much safer." Barladro snorted.

"Actually a few of them have already expressed gratitude." Aragorn pointed out.

"We have done all we can at this point." Faramir said. "When we get the first report we can decide upon further action."

"Unless there is anything else to discuss, I will close the meeting for today. Lord Barladro, we truly can not get further with this discussion today."

Barladro grumbled, but could not really say anything.

Faramir remained behind as they walked out the door, like he usually did. He and Aragon usually went over what had been said during the meeting between themselves.

"That man is impossible." Aragorn complained. "What more does he think that I can do."

"Nothing." Faramir shook his head. "But he thinks that complaining about it, and demanding for action will make him seem more important."

"How do we make him stop?"

"I am afraid that we can not. He was appointed to the council because he is a Lord with much property." He rubbed his forehead, sometimes these tedious meetings gave him headaches. "There is also to many of the other Lords that thinks he truly is as important as he says he is."

"I was afraid of that." Aragorn said ruefully. "How do you suppose that Eomer deals with his over pompous Lords?" He asked.

"My guess is that he uses his sword." He shook his head to try and clear it. "Is there anything else today, sire?"

"Nothing really." Aragorn looked closer at him, taking in his appearance. "You look rather exhausted."

"These meetings are tedious." He sighed.

"Nothing else?" Aragorn though that he looked just a little pale.

"A slight headache. When the good Lord Barladro gets going it really is no wonder."

"I agree." Aragorn gathered up all the papers.

"Take your rest now. What you need is a good nights sleep." Aragorn gave him a warm smile.

"I shall see if I can find one then." Faramir nodded. "I bid thee a pleasant night, sire."

"Sleep well Faramir." Aragorn smiled at the difference in their ways. Faramir was still very formal, but at least he smiled when he said it, and even dared a joke or two. He had also stopped blushing at Aragorn's more informal responses.

Before he went to bed Faramir brewed himself a pot of tea for the headache. He also took some salve he had and smoothed it over the healing wound on his arm. It was healing, but still an angry red. It also itched rather badly. The itch was annoying, but then all these small things that gnawed at the edge of your attention were.

He did not even dream during the night, but when he awoke the headache had still increased, and so had the itch. He caught himself scratching it several times.

Aragorn had met with the Lord Demeni more privately, he was after all one of the more reasonable Lords. He knew what the limits for what the King could do were. The only other one present was Faramir.

"Faramir, is that wound still bothering you?" Aragorn asked suddenly.

"No." He shrugged.

"Then why are you scratching at it like that?"

Faramir hurriedly snatched his hand away from it.

"It itches a bit." He admitted.

"Seems like more than a little." Aragorn noted. "You were scratching yesterday too. Let me have a look at it."

"It has been itching a little for some time." Faramir admitted guiltily.

Aragorn shook his head at him. "Witch means a lot, for a long time. Roll up your sleeve."

"Sire, really it is nothing." Faramir said a bit shyly. The Lord Demeni was silent. It was not his presence that made Faramir shy, not by very much at least. He was always shy when someone else was around, no matter who it was.

Aragorn stepped forward, unlaced the cuff of his shirt and rolled up the sleeve.

"It is red all over." Aragorn stated as he got his first look at it. "It looks really irritated and there is a rash." He looked up at Faramir. "It is spreading out from the wound Faramir."

"Infection?" He clenched his teeth, if it had become infected it would have to be opened again, and he really detested that thought.

"Not infected, it does not look like that at all." He frowned.

"That's good." Faramir sighed with relief.

Aragorn probed it with his fingertips. "There is something wrong thought. I think the rash is spreading, not simply confined to the wound area. It looks like some kind of mild poison to me."

"I hope that it is not." Faramir murmured.

"It does look like it thought." Aragorn pointed at it. "Look how it has spread. The redness has reached all the way to your wrist. There probably was some mild plant poison on the blade."

"I trust you will not have any trouble finding an anecdote for him, my Liege." The Lord Demeni stated. He had been silent for most of the time. Partly because he did not wish to be in the way, and partly because he did not want to add to the embarrassment that he knew Faramir was feeling.

"What for?" Aragorn asked confused. He could not imagine what use the Lord thought it would be.

"To cure the poison." The Lord Demeni thought it was rather obvious.

Faramir suddenly realised what he had meant, but merely shook his head. Then he noticed the fact that Aragorn was still confused.

"Try to follow his line of though." He suggested. "I trust he means antidote, if I am mistaken I am not staying here long enough to find out what he really is after."

Aragorn managed to keep from chuckling. "You need not worry my Lord. I can deal with this." He tried to keep from smiling amused as well, it would be rather unkind to Faramir. Especially since he was going to have to treat the wound.

"We shall try some salve that I have and see if that takes care of it." He decided. "It should be sufficient."

Faramir nodded.

Aragorn smiled at him as he rolled down his shirtsleeve and laced up the cuff again.

"I'll give you some and allow you to do it yourself."

"Thank you sire." It was not the thought of Aragorn treating it that he feared, but the thought of how the good Lord would manage to misinterpret it if he was given the chance.

Back in his chamber he spread the salve over the reddened area. It felt soothing when he applied it at least. It was annoying the way I itched all the time. It was all he could do to keep from scratching it.

He woke up in the middle of the night because the itching had increased, and so had the headache as well. Rubbing his eyes tiredly he reached for the salve. Again spreading it over his flesh. The rough reddened area had spread down to his hand, and was creeping up his neck, but he was to tiered to worry about it. When he was done he tucked his hand beneath his pillow to keep from scratching it, and then went back to sleep.

This is temporarily, thought it is not an temporary end, instead it is merely temporary. A temporary pause until the next part is posted. See, we did two words in one thing, and two words makes two parts. This was part one, and therefore the next shall be part two. I would have made it part three, except there were only two as I said before.

So until next week when I post the next chapter, this is temporarily all there is. I promise I shall have it up next week.

I hope that you all liked this, and that you shall like the rest as well. If you did, then please review.

Silver Sniper: Oh I love your enthusiasm, you make me feel wanted and appreciated. Be assured that I shall always do my best to follow my update schedule, this one once weekly, the rest I post when I am done with it.

Since this tale is divided in two parts I was not able to make a temporary ending, but for your sake I was able to make it at least partly temporary. I hope that it is enough and that you like this.

Lindahoyland: Faramir is shy, that is mostly it, but fear not, he has humour and he shows it at times. I mostly try to find the balance when he would feel enough at ease to joke. As for Eomer and insults. I have written it, and it only needs a finishing touch now, I should be able to post that as soon as this two part is done.

Earendil Eldar: Did I make a mistake with that? I had only the Latin and that translation when I did it. Not the actual movie so I had to try and remember if it was right. It is however Monty Python, and if you like that, I will say this. My collection now contains two rabbits with sharp pointy teeth, one white, one bloody. The cow catapult, complete with Trojan rabbit and other animals, and the black knight, with limbs that can be removed and stuck back on again. I love them, they are awesome.

Mysterious Jedi: I am glad that you like it. I try my best to make it funny, and it seems I have done fairly well. I appreciate your support and comments very much. Please keep sending them, they make my day.

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.

/Elenhin