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 that 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 that 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.

The Continuing Anecdote, Part Two

Here is the second part as was promised, a Scout always keeps word, and I am a scout. I have kept my word and that word is now safe in a box where I keep it until I need it again.

Seriously here is the Second part of the tale, as was promised, the temporary pause is no more, but then again that might be temporarily, as we might do something in two parts again.

When Faramir entered Aragorn's study the next morning he had his hands clasped behind his back, since that iron clasp was the only thing that kept him from scratching.

A few of the Councillors was already there.

"Greetings sire, my Lords." He bowed. Aragorn might prefer if he did not, but the Lord's would consider it a scandal. He had been brought up to the bowing and the other attics of the court, and so it came natural to him.

Aragorn looked at him, blinked and stared at him. "Faramir, are you feeling well?" He asked. He did not wish to say that the rash had spread to climb up his neck, and was now fully visible, outright.

"What is that?" The Lord Barladro was not so sensitive.

Faramir squirmed uncomfortably, he had felt the itch, but he had hoped it would go undetected. He had rubbed more salve on it as soon as he had awoken.

Aragorn thought he looked both embarrassed and slightly confused.

"The rash has spread, and it looks rather bad." He said quietly, he had stepped up close to the younger man. To keep the others from overhearing.

"I was afraid of that." He rubbed a tiered hand across his forehead. "To afraid to look."

Aragorn gave him a faint smile. "The salve I gave you obviously did not help. I shall look at it again."

"Later, I trust." Faramir said worriedly.

"I must say that it looks rather ugly." Lord Barladro stated.

Aragorn glared at him, and Faramir turned his eyes away.

"My Lord, that was uncalled for." Aragorn said sternly.

Unfortunately the Lord Barladro's comment had already drawn much attention towards Faramir. He forced himself not to squirm beneath their gaze. His hands clasped tightly behind his back since he still had an extreme urge to scratch.

The winning comment came, not surprisingly from the Lord Demeni.

"I hope that it is nothing continuously." He stated, obviously curious in spite of his desire to avoid offending.

"Continuously." Aragorn noted. He did not want to offend Faramir, nor add to his embarrassment, but he truly wanted to know what the Lord meant.

"Lord Faramir, I truly mean no offence of any kind, but it does look rather unpleasant and if it were to spread," He broke off when he realised that if he were to continue he would be as rude as the Lord Barladro.

"Do not tell me he means contagious." Faramir mumbled.

"It is the good Lord Demeni." Aragorn pointed out. "I am afraid he means just that. Aragorn patted his shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Faramir, head over to my chambers. I will come as soon as I have taught these people some manners."

"Thank you sire." Faramir performed a hurried bow, and left almost as hurriedly.

Aragorn sighed, as amusing as Demeni was, the Lord's had behaved rather inappropriate, even considering to way they usually behaved.

"Lord Barladro." Aragorn suddenly found himself at a lack of words. "You have outdone yourself." He turned to face the others. "My Lord's, you are excused." He said sternly. He had a feeling that whatever he said it would not be enough to make them understand.

In his chambers Arwen had gotten hold of Faramir. He was modest, but she was persistent. She had managed to make him roll up his sleeve enough to reveal the original injury. Considering that she was a queen to start with, and an elf, and that Faramir was painfully shy around all females. Not to mention how modest he was around anyone with noble blood. It was quite an accomplishment.

"Faramir you should not listen to Barladro."

"He is speaking to loud to be easily ignored. Faramir shrugged.

Aragorn sighed. "He is a fool."

"Yes, at least he is easier to ignore than this itch is." Faramir still had his hands clenched.

"Faramir, I'm need to see all the damage." He said. "I am afraid you must take of your shirt."

Faramir glanced at Arwen shyly.

"I do not stay to make you feel uncomfortable." She smiled. "But I have some skills at healing as well, and I might be able to help."

She spoke the truth, she was quite skilled as a healer. Reluctantly he pealed of the shirt. He would have kept it on enough that it still covered his other arm and that side of his chest. He did however realise that if he did that it would get in the way sooner or later. Besides, whatever modesty he could preserve by that action meant nothing, if Arwen saw one half of his bare chest. She would know what the other half looked like as well. If one took into the account that she had two brothers, and one husband, then she could probably guess at the other parts as well. He blushed and knew he could not hide it. It was just the fact that he had been raised to be modest.

It was all and well for Boromir to appear half dressed in front of his men, he had a strong build and a body that counted for something. Faramir with his much smaller frame felt like he disappeared next to his brother.

There was also the scars that he preferred to keep covered. The puckered scars where arrows had penetrated his body, an angry red scar that stood out against the paler skin on his right shoulders. The slight burn scars along his left side where the flames had fed on his clothing when the pyre he was upon had been lit. There were scars on his back from a number of floggings as well.

Even if his friends knew about these he preferred that they did not have to see them.

He turned his gaze to his left arm. The rash was spreading down his forearm, and covering his shoulder, inching it's way up his neck and down his chest. The whole left side of his upper body was taking on that red hue, and near the actual wound small blisters had formed. A few of witch had burst when he had not been able to keep from scratching.

"There is a plant called Winters bloom, it has a poison that causes reactions like this one." Arwen noted. "What have you used to treat it this far?"

"An ordinary soothing salve, I thought it would be enough." Aragorn peered closer. "If it is Winters bloom, then it will spread along the blood veins." He traced a finger along some path on his skin. "Look here, it is doing that. The irritation of the skin is strongest along the path of the veins. Faramir, show me your other hand." He took his right hand in his and pointed to where a slight discoloration had reddened the skin of his palm and fingers.

"When you spread the salve on it, and when you scratched at it, it began to spread to your other hand as well." He stated.

"Sire, then you shall suffer it as well." Faramir looked horrified at Aragorn's hand where they held his arm.

"No, it does not spread by touch like that." Aragorn soothed him. "Not unless you already have it in your blood. I can treat you without being bothered by it." Then he grew more serious. "I can treat this with some herbs I have. But if we mainly rub them onto your skin it shall take time, since the wound has closed. It is effectively holding the poison inside your body."

"You want to open it up again." Faramir had no problem reaching that conclusion. He could tell by Aragorn's expression that it was something decidedly unpleasant, and he was hard pressed to come up with anything more unpleasant than cutting the wound open again. He knew it did not hurt all that much, it just seemed like a bad idea to reopen a wound that had already closed. "I suppose it is for the best. Though I can not say I care for the idea."

"Neither do I." Aragorn said soothingly. "But it could well be weeks before it healed fully otherwise. This way we can take care of it within one or two."

"Come, it shall be best to deal with it as soon as possible. I shall brew you a tea that will dampen the pain."

When the wound was again laid open Aragorn doused it with his herbs. He also steeped the herbs in water and soaked a piece of cloth in it. Draping it over Faramir's body so that it lay against his skin and the herbs could work.

It would take many days for the rash to disappear fully, and he could not stay abed for all that time. Later Aragorn would use a salve instead, but this method was more effective in the beginning and would allow him to heal faster.

Since the cloth was soaked in the water often the effect it had never wore of. The salve would since clothes rubbed against the skin. It would however do well enough once the worst of the rash had worn off.

A few days later it had faded enough that the Lord's no longer noticed it. A few more days after that it was almost completely gone. Just a reddened patch of skin around the wound, no bigger than the palm of his hand. He was incredible grateful to the King. It was true, he did have the hands of a healer.

What mattered more to Faramir was that the owner of those hands called him a friend.

Not the end, surely that can not be. This is just a temporarily end, right?

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.

LalaithoftheBruinen: I can assure you that Faramir found it rather annoying as well, but do not worry as he has Aragorn as his friend. He takes good care of Faramir.

Earendil Eldar: I envy you, I do not have any Lord of the Ring figures yet, have not been able to afford them. I am however thinking of buying a Faramir no matter what it costs, and a Boromir to go with it.

Aside from that, what was it you said some time ago, about us not having tortured him yet, we have now. Right? :) I hope you think that we did it well.

Silver Sniper: Yes, we are two who are writing this, at times. I write most of it, and Celebrion writes some of it. This far he has written the first chapter where we had Friar Carl in it, as well as some translations. He is very grateful that you noticed him. This time I put the most temporary thing in the beginning, surprising, heh. I hope that this was worth all the waiting you did.

Horsiegurl: I am very glad that you like it. I update this weekly, and then I throw up other things at times. About whenever I have something ready.

Lindahoyland: Ah, but of course Aragorn knows the anecdote, he is also a very good friend, and just the kind of friend Faramir needs. Faramir is very shy, it is partly his nature and partly how he was brought up. I have much experience of how that works in combination, and therefore it shall be time before he is fully at ease with Aragorn, but Aragorn is getting him there.

If you thought that this was hilarious, you should see what comes up ahead. Now I have teased you a little, but I do think that you shall like the next few chapters.

silvren ithildin: Of course I keep writing, I live for writing. It is just that some things are not Lord of the Ring. What say we still, it shall be interesting to see the response when the translation is finished. You have done a great job with it.

Rana Ninque: Thank You, for the vote and for the kind words. We try to use as many different languages as possible, but there will be more of Lord Demeni as well. He is very fun to write and it is interesting to see what one can make out of the same language. There are however some stories without him coming now. I hope that you shall like them.

Thank You all for reading and reviewing, Elenhin.