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

This time we areplaying with Ents and Swahili. In one of the first reviews we got Dumbledalf suggested that we should do Entish and Swahili. So we just stuck them in the same chapter. We thank you for the idea and we hope that you like 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.

Of Ents and Swahili

"Come on now Faramir." Pippin urged. "Ye really should be faster than that, what with having so long legs." Pippin was running across the field while Faramir was walking a short distance behind him. That was Pippin had just stopped in order to shout to him that he should hurry up. Merry was a mere few meters behind Pippin, having run with him.

"Pippin, he's the one carrying the sack." He pointed out. "It's got to be heavy."

"If he would ever catch up to us we could stop and eat. And then it wouldn't be any heavy at all." Pippin stated.

The two hobbits began walking at a brisk pace. They felt very proud for the moment, having stolen the King's Steward away for the afternoon. Not that it had been difficult. In fact it had been very easy. So easy that they had almost not exactly stolen him.

It was more like if the King had asked them to take the Steward from his work and get him to relax instead. Claiming that he could arrange it for them to get some food to take along on a nice walk outside the City.

The reason that it almost appeared as easy as that was because Aragorn had suggested that very thing, and since Aragorn was now King. That did rather mean that the King had asked them to take him along.

Merry and Pippin however insisted that they had stolen him, since they thought that sounded like much more fun.

Faramir was not aware of the fact that these discussions had occurred, and hence did not know whether he had been stolen or simply given away. As long as the two Hobbits returned him in the evening it was unlikely that he would ever learn that he had been stolen in the first place, and therefore he would not really care about whatever the term was stolen or given away.

He was simply enjoying being outside of the City for some time. A pleasant walk with two friends that he had yet to learn also were thieves. Since he was the biggest he had been assigned the duty of carrying the sack.

Even if Merry claimed it was because Pippin would eat all the food if he were to carry it. Pippin likewise believed that Merry would eat all of it if he were the one to carry it. This made Faramir the only one they both trusted to carry it without eating the contents. In fact both Hobbits had decided that Faramir did not eat near enough, and was trying to figure out some way to fatten him up to Hobbit standard.

Faramir was as blissfully unaware of this plan as well as the plan regarding the grand theft of the Steward.

"He really should be faster." Pippin frowned. "Was his brother ever that slow?"

"That was different Pippin. It's not like we're in a hurry anyway." Merry objected.

"But I'm hungry. Haven't eaten in ages." Pippin complained. "An'e said we would eat when we got to that spot he knew of. But why's it taking us so long to git there."

"It's not like you're gonna starve." Merry decided. Now that they had slowed slightly Faramir was getting closer to them. "Besides it's not all that long ago he was hurt remember. We are supposed to make him relax for some time, not make him race all over Gondor."

Pippin was not really able to argue about that, mostly because Faramir was now so close he would hear everything they said about him. Pippin was not known to be tactful, but he liked the big man. Just as he had liked his brother, Boromir very much. Pippin could be very considerate when he wanted to, and with Faramir he had decided that it was worth the trouble."

"When are we getting there?" He was however not beyond making a complaint.

"Would you find it in your powers to abide ten more minutes good master Hobbit." Faramir smiled softly.

"Dunn't even know what that means." Pippin frowned. "Ye'd have to speak plainer to us. We are simple Hobbits and we don't understand such fancy talk."

"I beg pardon then." Faramir sketched a bow. "In less fancy words I said that we shall reach a nice spot within ten minutes."

"If that was what you said, then why did you not simply say so?" Pippin demanded.

"Mayhap because I was trained firstly to speak in court." Faramir said with a sad smile. "I was raised to duty Pippin, and duty demands you to act in strange ways at times."

"How come Boromir never were like that then." Pippin was aware of the warning Aragorn had given him regarding speaking about Boromir to his brother. It was hard to miss something that took the King all of half an hour to get through. Still Pippin wanted to know, and this far Faramir had not seemed to mind speaking about his brother. He always became sad when they did that, but just the same he seemed to enjoy speaking to someone about his older brother. "He was never all that formal, didn't bow all the time, and even a simple Hobbit could understand what he said."

"If I say that what is adorable in one is repulsive in another, does that make any sense at all to you then?" Faramir said slowly.

"It does a little, but not all that much." Merry said softly. Like Pippin he was aware of the fact that this was a painful subject for the man, but also that he needed to speak of it at times.

"Boromir was the heir and the perfect soldier. Since he was soldier he could all but put his feet on the table in the dinning hall and no one minded. He spoke his mind, and could knock out the teeth on anyone that objected. He was adored because of how bluff and honest he always was." Faramir said slowly, not looking at either Hobbit, but looking at some point in the distance. "He was loved by the people, and the nobles dared not make an enemy of him. You see, since he was the heir he would come to rule over them, and if they made trouble for them, Boromir would just take them to task. I was the spare, the one only needed should the heir be lost, and then a poor choice. While Boromir was to always be seen, I was to be kept out of sight as much as possible. No one wanted a reminder that the heir could be lost. Therefore I had to be ever bowing and begging pardon. Had I stepped forward it would have been said that I was trying to step into his place."

"That's horrible." Pippin cried. "How can they call you a spare. That is just awful."

"It is not so bad Pippin." Faramir said to sooth him. "I was never as bluff as Boromir, I could never have stepped forward as he could. I never wanted to, I was better suited to the part of the second."

"It is still wrong to make it into something like that." Merry stated firmly. "You're not second to anyone Faramir. Not to anyone no matter who they think that they are."

Faramir would have to admit that his words were warming. It was a rare treat to hear them praise him in such kind and honest words. They were however coming up the spot he had picked, and he was not comfortable getting praise.

He motioned to the large oak tree standing on a ridge. "See there Pippin, is that not perfect for a meal."

"If it means we can eat no other place could be better." The Hobbit stated. He grabbed the sleeve of Faramir's tunic and began running the last distance, forcing Faramir to increase his pace.

As soon as the man had dropped the sack Pippin had gotten it open and was digging around in it after food to eat. He was piling all of it in a heap on the grass. Merry sank down beside him and began spreading it out. Making sure that everyone could reach the items. Faramir had taken his seat leaning with his back against the tree trunk. He was very grateful to the King for giving him a free afternoon.

Having gone through all the food Pippin was now handing some of it out while Merry filled three goblets with clear red wine. Faramir set the goblet he was handed on the ground and accepted a pie. Having eaten lunch and knowing that supper was still ahead he would have been perfectly happy with just that pie, but Pippin was heaping even more food his way. Stacking pastries and slices of cold roast beef together with strawberry rolls. They were shoving just little less than a third of the food his way.

"Try this, ye really must." Pippin handed him some sweet cake.

"Pippin, I'm not a Hobbit, I can not eat that much." Faramir was already feeling as if he had had his fill, and that was only the pie and some of the roast meat. Having lived on barely enough to sustain himself in Ithilien for so long, he now found that he could not eat much anymore. It was only natural and to be expected. Before he was a Ranger he could usually eat three full plates in one sitting, now he would never eat more than one. His stomach just could not handle that amount of food.

"You are bigger than us." Merry wolfed down another strawberry roll. "Twice as big actually, you should be able to eat twice as much."

"The King is even bigger than me, and he does not eat much more." Faramir defended himself. "You should enjoy the fact that I give you no competition for the food." He smiled at them. "Besides I am more than content to simply enjoy sitting here. With all the haste a certain young hobbit was in to get here, it is nice to be allowed to relax."

"Well, you were taking all day and I was hungry." Pippin muttered. "What if ye had taken so long we would not have had time to eat?"

"I do not think you needed worry about that, really good sir Hobbit." Both Merry and Pippin looked fascinated on as he stretched out his long legs in front of him. He was tall for a man, and even more to for them.

"When there is food at stake one has to worry." Merry explained to the ignorant man.

"We have all of the afternoon, no need for haste." Faramir smiled gently at them.

"Now you go sounding like an Ent again." Pippin made a face around a sweet cake. "Always going on about hasty and go slowly. What was it Treebeard always said Merry?"

"If one is hasty, one misses a lot." Merry drew himself up to look taller and more important in an imitation of the Ent.

"Harraka harraka haina barraka." Faramir said slowly. "It is true you know."

"What did you say?" Pippin demanded. "I did not understand a single word of it."

"I said what you said." Faramir frowned slightly. "If one is hasty, one misses a lot. It is a Swahili expression."

"What made you think that we would understand Swahili." Merry had all but temporarily forgotten about the pie in his hand. "We've never even heard of it."

"I'm sorry, I, I guess I forgot what kind of language it was." Faramir looked at them remorsefully. "I did not mean to confuse you, I'm just used to think about it on that language. I forgot that it must sound like utter gibberish to you, I beg pardon for that."

Pippin scooted closer. "Ye don't have to be sorry for everything ye know. We just got confused because we didn't know what it meant. When I think about it it's really rather fun when ye tell us all this wee things we know nothing about."

"Is it a fun language?" Merry added, aware that his earlier statement had been a bit impolite.

"I find it interesting, and many wise things have been said by those who speak it." Faramir explained.

"What else did they say then." Pippin reached for a honey cake for himself, and handed one to Faramir as well.

"They also said another wise thing." Faramir nodded. "Hakuna matata." He gave them a small and slightly shy smile. "It means, no worries, no trouble. That you should not worry about everything but be happy instead."

"Sounds pretty smart." Pippin agreed, feeling very pleased with himself. He had just gotten Faramir to eat two honey cakes, and that only a few minutes after the man had declared he could not eat another bite.

"Very smart." Faramir grinned teasingly at him. "Instead of worrying when you will get to eat you should enjoy the fine pleasant weather."

As soon as the words was out of his mouth a small Hobbit pounced on him. Pippin began wrestling with him in much the same way he and Merry had taken on Boromir. Faramir however was not as lively as Boromir had been. He merely tried to roll out of the way.

"Oh, no. Defend yourself." Merry cried. "A Ranger should be able to defeat a Hobbit. Just give him all you got." He laughed as Faramir pinned Pippin to the ground, although he did it very gently.

Merry heaped praise over Faramir as he had finally overcome one small part of his shyness. He was laughing now, along with the two Hobbits, and his smiles had reached to his eyes, lightening them up in a pleasant way.

Still grinning like crazy over his victory over court behaviour Pippin moved over to claim his share of the food that was still left.

When they have eaten all what is left there is naught else but the trek back to the City, and I think that we all know Pippin's complaints without me pointing them out. So I shall leave you here, enduring another temporary ending, until the time comes when the next chapter is placed out onto the haven for all Lord of the Ring lovers.

Until then may you all have a temporary ending.

Celebrion's Pronounciation Guide:

This is as with the French mostly guesses, so if you speak Swahili feel free to correct me...

"Harraka harraka haina barraka"

For the 'a';s use the same vowel sound as in a soft sigh of enjoyment: 'Aaahh...'

The 'r';s should be pronounced almost Russian, with the very tip of the tongue.

The same thing for the 'n', put the tip of your tongue pressed to the back of your front teeth and say it.

The 't';s in 'Hakuna Matata' follow the same rule aswell.

Horsiegurl: I am as glad as ever that you liked our tale, and that you like how Aragorn and Faramir turned out. I have to warn you thought that since we are not writing in a time line order, but write what fits with the chapter. There might be more of a shyer Faramir. I hope you do not mind that as we think that the shy Faramir is rather cute in a way.

Silver Sniper: You make me blush whenever you review. If our chapters are one of the highlights of your week, I do not think I need to tell you what your review means to us. We always strive to please as we have said before, and to know we have succeeded is great. I hope that you liked this chapter as well, and if there is something in particular you would like to see, just tell us and we will do our best.

ForeverFaramir:

Celebrion again!

This time I have to confess I took the help of my Irish teacher. I first wrote a translation I thought worked well and sent it off to her, when it came back it was quite red...

I'm working on it though, Scots-Gaelic began last Monday and I think I might have to change my opinion a wee bit. The spelling is easier but we sat for about a quarter practising a certain 'u' sound, still haven't got it quite right...

Elenhin has stolen back the keyboard. I am still pondering the Eowyn sees Faramir and Carl together idea trying to see how make it work. It should come thought I dare not say when. We have other plans for Carl and Faramir as well, that we intend to put in motion. As for the Gaelic and not being able to understand why anyone would study it. Celebrion studies Gaelic, I am jealous because I want to study it as well. I suppose that means that we are both crazy, but then again we like being crazy. :)

silvren ithildin: It is always a great joy to get your review. I am so happy that you like it, and I hope that you enjoyed this piece as well.

Irene: Thank you for correcting us. We do our best to make our language inputs correct, but we sometimes fail at it and thus we are grateful for the help. Most of the mistakes with the languages are due to the fact that we do not speak this many languages, we have just picked up an odd phrase here and there and try to put them together. The Italian we used I learnt in school for a play we made, witch meant I had a note with some lines on it, and tried to dissect them and put them into something else. I am very glad that you liked the tale thought, and I hope that you liked this as well.

Lindahoyland: Celebrion and I have a rather clear image of what we imagine Faramir to be like, and we base our tales on it. We are absolutely certain that he would be taking his work and duty a step to far every now and then. So we will continue to base some of our works on it.

We are always happy over your kind reviews to them, and I simply love your tale. In fact as soon as I have successfully gotten this posted I am about to go hunt for a new update on yours. I usually do that at least twice a 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.