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 we are doing Gaelic, a rather old one that we also had in the chapter Oh, Bollocks.

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 Lord of the Ring, nor any character from it.

It has been noticed that my tales contains the occasional spelling error, or not so occasional at times. I am sorry about these, and I do try to avoid them. I simply am a perpetual spelling disaster. Please take no offence. Besides, it can be considered an act of kindness to support your local spelling disaster.

Thank you all

/Elenhin

Arguing Arguments

Eowyn and Faramir exchanged smiles with each others, knowing smiles, because they knew the situation very well. Eomer had asked Lothiriel to marry him, and she had said yes.

Since Eomer was brother to Eowyn, and Lothiriel cousin to Faramir they both knew them rather well. They also knew how the two different cultures occasionally clashed. Since they had argued much in the same way themselves as they sought to settle the differences. That was much the same way, not fully the same way.

Eowyn would scream and curse, Faramir did not, he would instead hide away with his books and try to avoid her, witch angered Eowyn enough to seek him out and confront him. With no way to escape Faramir was then forced to speak his mind, and then they could usually find a compromise that both could agree on.

The routine had been established based on the fact that Eowyn's fiery temper caused her to say things in anger, things that Faramir always took to heart. The first time she had gone to find him he had been in the library and the hurt had been plain on his face. That had been one of the first times that she had apologized as fast as she did.

She also discovered that when she took the time to listen to him he had usually figured out a solution that both of them liked.

Eomer and Lothiriel had not worked out a routine yet. They argued, both were capable of hot temper and stinging insults. Then they were mad at each other until someone else intervened. Sometimes Eowyn spoke with Eomer and Faramir with Lothiriel, mostly it was that way. Then sometimes Eowyn would speak with Lothiriel, and those timesFaramir would speak with Eomer. Often then they were able to explain just what had angered the other.

The Prince Imrahil, Lothiriel's father, merely laughed and said that there was not a single couple that did not argue. He had faith that Eomer would not treat his daughter badly, and that his daughter could stand her ground well enough.

Neither Eowyn nor Faramir knew how this argument had begun, and neither did the couple that was arguing. Frankly theEowyn and Faramirthought that it was rather silly, for not only had they forgotten the reason, they could not keep track of the current one either.

Hence they would accuse each other for one thing, and the next second something else.

Lothiriel shouted a comment on horses and those who knew of naught else but horses and headed towards the door.

Eomer retorted with an insult about high-born ladies, and silly girls. He stood there firing insults at her as she came closer and closer to the door. Then he became quiet and had that look one had when searching for something to say.

Faramir decided that this time he would supply him with something fitting, and mayhap prove that he was not a total dullard at the same time.

"Is tú bláth is gleoite mo shaoil,

dríthleach mar réaltaí ar oíche gheal." He whispered quietly to Eomer.

Eomer whom merely realized he had been offered a new insult roared it out. Lothiriel halted for a moment and then the door closed behind her as she had not understood what he said.

It had been loud enough, in fact it was unlikely that there was anyone who had not heard it, and that was included the rather deaf old timer that worked down in the stables. However not a single one of them understood what it was that he had just roared, and that included Eomer who stood dumbstruck. Having just realized that he had shouted something very loud, and still had no idea what he had shouted.

The only one who knew that was standing beside him and did not look like he was struggling to keep from laughing. Faramir had years of training at not giving these things away. He was not about to do that now.

Eowyn was giving him strange looks as this was the closest thing to a practical joke she had ever seen him do.

"What was that?" Eomer demanded and now he voice was cold and hard. He had a look of utter rage upon him and Faramir decided that it was probably safest not to stand so close, and so he began to carefully inch away from him.

"Uhm, Thee the sweetest flower of my life, sparkling like stars at clear night." He mumbled. Suddenly Eomer came to the realization that he had not shouted an extreme insult. He had shouted a compliment and a declaration of love. He was not sure whatever that was a good thing or a bad thing. He was however sure of the fact that he had been made to look the fool, and experience told him that he rather did not like that.

As a direct result of this Faramir decided that inching away slowly was not fast enough, since slow is the opposite of fast, and darted of to the side. Slipping in behind Eowyn hoping that she would not allow her brother to use his fists upon him.

Eowyn however was not in shape to protect anyone as she was doubled over with laughter. Barely aware that Faramir had slipped in behind her. She was laughing at her brother who stood clenching and unclenching his fists.

In the end Eomer decided that it was better than some alternatives of things he could have said, and that neither one in the room was likely to use any of it against him and so he relaxed.

"What tongue was that?" He inquired slowly, he was not going to pounce on the other man, but why allow him to stop worry just yet.

"Gaelic." Faramir told him, still keeping Eowyn between himself and Eomer. "Very distantly related to the Rohirric tongue."

Eomer nodded slowly, decided that it was time to allow him to relax again.

"Tell it to me again, might be useful when we try to make up." He smiled.

Faramir heaved a sigh of relief and repeated the phrase. When it was not being bellowed in rage it had a rather nice sound to it, even Eomer admitted that and went of in search for Lothiriel.

Faramir took the opportunity to head for the library, there was a book there he had been longing to read for some time now.

Eowyn followed with a smile tugging at her lips, she was not going to allow him to waste the day on dusty books. She was more minded to a good ride, and she was sure she could convince him to make her company, as she still kept a sharp dagger at her belt.

As Eomer and Lothiriel are now making up, and we all know that they would prefer to do that in private, so that there are no witness to what happened before the marriage vow. Also as Eowyn is now asking Faramir to accompany her at knife point, and I am rather certain he will not want anyone witness to that, as he likes to believe she can not push him around that much, this is what is called a temporary ending.

It is temporary because rather soon another chapter will follow.

So here it is,

Temporarily The End.

Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

Whee, next one up! Hopefully you enjoyed this one as well. Best transscription I could muster:

"Is too1 blath is gloyt mo2 shíl, drílech3 marr rreltí4arr ash5 ghel."

1. 't' as in 'helpless laughter'

2. first syllable of 'monstrous rage'

3. 'd' as in 'fooled King of Rohan'

4. same long 'r'-sound as in 'marr'

5. 'a-' as in 'a violent brother-in-law'

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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.

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Then the truth can not be denied, they shall be brothers.

ForeverFaramir: Without giving anything away, I could see to giving away that we have something like that planned. We are however not sure of exactly how we shall do it. So I can not give that away. :)

Lindahoyland: It would be great if your Faramir became a father. The thing with the Friar is not so much a future Faramir, as much as a different one. As stated we have taken Carl from the Van Helsing movie, and we decided that they shared some treats with each other. More then being played by the same actor. I made the connection in the scene where we see Carl behind a mountain of books. So based on this we decided to add in Carl in our language stories.

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Horsiegurl: Van Helsing is a new movie in witch the hero, Van Helsing, hunts Vampires, Werewolves and everything else that is evil. He is sent to Transylvania to take out Count Dracula and has an assistant with him. A very reluctant assistant it might be added. A Friar that is usually inventing different weapons for Van Helsing to use. He is a Friar in the wholly Order, but he does not always act it. Carl, claims he is allowed to curse all he want since he is not a full monk yet. He is funny, a bit cowardly but does what is needed. If you would like more info on him, tell me so and I will send you an e-mail with info and a picture or two.

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