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 particularly one is German, and this time we have opted for some more serious and deep thoughts in the tale. Meaning that there will be some angst in there as well. We are doing that with Earendil Eldar in mind for the comment of, "And to think... you haven't even exacted any torture on the poor dear." Well, now we have. It was only a matter of time before that happened. I hope that you shall enjoy what we did though.

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.

Now, please read this, 'ehurm', masterful work, or whatever it is. I do however hope you enjoy it.

Die Könige sind Dumköpfe, part one

The men met in good faith. With a village that that had considered themselves independent from both Gondor and Rohan. They had not allied themselves with anyone at all for a few generations. Now they claimed they wanted to strike a deal.

Their wish was to continue much as before, but they were willing to make it beneficial for both parts.

Their suggestion was that they would be given the land around their village, and in exchange they would send soldiers to the armies. Thus far they had trained their own men. Now they were willing to send them for proper training as soldiers.

Officially the land would still belong to Gondor and Rohan, but they would own it themselves.

Aragorn thought that it was an acceptable idea. They should all profit from it.

Eomer thought so as well.

They had agreed to meet with the villagers. Gladly agreed to meet with them, since Aragorn was grateful for an excuse to leave the city for some time, chafing to be coped up between the walls for to long.

Since Eomer was always seeking an excuse to escape the paper work involved with being a King, he was more than happy to come along. He had brought with him one of his men, Telheart.

Aragorn had brought Faramir, since the young man was a great help in dealing with other peoples. He was also much better with the official documents than either Aragorn or Eomer.

Aragorn had decided that he was someone very useful to have along.

Eomer and Telheart also liked him well enough. Since all of them were trained soldiers they saw no need to bring more men along. The villagers appeared friendly enough, and there was no reason to expect trouble of any kind. They should be able to come to an agreement without any problem.

Eomer and Telheart were likable enough with their loud easy manners. Aragorn had an air about him that seemed to earn him much respect. Faramir was quiet by nature. He mostly sat silent and watching, not really involving himself in the conversation. When asked he offered his opinions and they were usually good ones. Even the villagers paid heed to him since he always listened to both sides before he uttered his opinion.

Even as he was not actively involved in the conversation he was very attentive and heard the quiet whisper that the others had missed. One of the other men had uttered a quiet whisper in another tongue.

"Die Könige sind Dumköpfe."

He gave away no hint that he had heard what they had said, but he drew Aragorn and Eomer aside.

"I have a feeling that we are not really welcome here," he told them. "I overheard an insult."

"What did they say?" Eomer asked.

Faramir repeated the phrase. "It is not a tongue commonly used here. My guess is that they believed that none of us would be able to understand it," he said. "It was a clear insult. 'The Kings are fools.'"

"I take it you know the language well enough to be certain," Aragorn stated.

Faramir nodded.

"Tell me if you catch on to anything else," Aragorn decided. "For now we shall proceed as before. It could just be that they do not care for us personally. But I still want to know if you hear anything else."

"I'll be sure to pay attention," Faramir promised. "I think we should be cautious though. If it was merely because they disliked us, then why use such an uncommon tongue?"

"They probably just did not want us to know about it," Eomer shrugged. "I have been insulted before, it is nothing new to be called a fool." He grinned. "In fact I have been called much worse things."

"I as well. There is probably no need to worry, Faramir," Aragorn assured him. He was aware of how Faramir reacted to insults. Both those directed to him and towards others. It was because of how Denethor had treated him in his later years. Harsh words really hurt him, and he was unable to look at them as anything but personal. He would take an insult that was thrown at him without thought to heart.

Something that was evident when he and Eowyn argued. One of her barbed comments could have him walking around feeling hurt for days. Even if she had not really meant anything ill with it.

Even Eomer had noticed this, and had asked his sister to mind what she said to him.

Faramir nodded now. Deciding that the two men were probably right. There was no obvious reason that the men in the village would be after them in particularly, after all they had been the one to make contact with the Kings. They wanted this, so why would they be out to sabotage it?

He made sure to pay close attention whenever they spoke as he wanted to be sure he would not miss anything. He took careful notes every time they spoke. If anything was said that was not right he would not miss it.

One day afterwards Aragorn drew him aside. "Faramir, I think you take this to seriously," he said. "It was an insult, not a threat."

"I know sire, but why would they speak such an insult if they meant nothing with it," Faramir was confused. To him there was only one kind of insult. Those akin to threats.

"I would not know, but the way you note down every single thing said might be taken as an insult to them," Aragorn made sure to keep his voice warm. "I do not want you to let down your guard Faramir. But I do not want you to give them the impression that your guard is up. I do not want for them to read something in our behaviour that is not there."

"I understand, sire," Faramir nodded. "I am just nervous".

"I know," Aragorn assured him. "I am nervous as well. This is something important, both to us and to them. They are just as nervous as we are, because we decide over their fates. If we make a bad decision they are the ones that pay for it. Of course they are worried, and they do not trust us fully. We decide over to much for them to do that. Hence the insult."

He offered a comforting smile. "It is a natural thing."

Faramir shrugged. "I'll try my best not to be so paranoid," he promised with a wry smile.

"It is fine Faramir," Aragorn laughed lightly. "Now why do we not join Eomer? He told me he was thinking of taking a ride."

"Sounds like a sound idea to me." It would be nice to be away from the village for a while. Enjoy the fine weather and just relax. "I shall go to the stables and prepare the horses," he offered.

"Do that, and I shall tell Eomer and Telheart that they shall have company."

Faramir was examining the hoofs of his horse Forthsul and had therefore bent low when the men entered the stable. At first he did not really care about it. There was no reason it would concern him.

Then he heard the strange tongue again.

"Die Könige sind Trottel," a harsh voice whispered.

It was a clear insult as it would closely translate as 'the Kings are stupid.'

It was followed by another voice. "Die haben ja nicht alle tasten im shrank."

'The Kings are clearly insane.' There was no mistaking that meaning. They were specifically insulting the Kings. What he really did not understand was why. What had the Kings done to deserve an insult like that?

The men left the stable, and he had not really heard anything that seemed worse than before. So what difference would it make? All Aragorn and Eomer would do was state that it was really not a strange thing that the villagers did not fully trust them.

Furthermore, if he told them it would only make him seem paranoid, and then both of them would think his judgement clouded by suspicions. That would not benefit neither of them. He thought briefly about the fact that it might be a bad decision not to inform them, but for the moment it seemed like a worse decision to actually tell them. It was after all a mere few minutes ago that he had been told he was too suspicious.

When the others came he had already tacked all the horses and was waiting outside. He did not say anything at all to them about what he had heard in the stables.

They thought that he was unusually silent, but as he was quiet by nature they did not think much about it. Aragorn merely thought that he had been unable to let go of the insult as of yet. He thought that they should probably address that problem at a later time. If he could not see the Councillors harsh comments as the pathetic insults they were, and instead took them seriously he would suffer much needlessly. A glance at Eomer told him that he had noticed it as well.

Eomer shook his head saying that this was not the time. They had after all just told him that it was a paranoid trait to react so much to it. Eomer feared that Faramir would think they were displeased with him if they brought it up again so soon.

Faramir was turning the problem over and over in his mind. The others had clearly forgotten about it, it did not trouble them at all, and he could not think of anything he could do at all.

In the village two men huddled together. They again used the strange tongue as they had no wish to be understood.

"He heard us," one of them said. "And he understood at least some of it."

"We can not take the chance," the leader, an unshaven man said. "Get rid of him, and I will not mind if you do it painfully. The King and his pitiful Steward have no right to decide over us, and they shall learn so."

"I know just what to do," the first one grinned. "We were fine before they decided to interfere. I would gladly do away with the Rohan fool as well."

"Are you stupid?" the leader hissed. "We can not deal with an army. The Steward has to go because he has heard us, and he would deny us what we want. If we go after the King's we are done for. Remember that, if they just suspect that we have done anything they will have their armies here."

"I know," the man nodded. "The deal must go through." He sneaked away.

This is the temporary end, as you might guess by now this is not the temporary end of this tale, it is more of a chapter ending. The second part of this will follow next week, but then there shall be another chapter as well. This time we made it into three chapters, we hope that you will enjoy them.

Silver Sniper: Is there something such as perfect working order with computers? I count as computer geek, and yet I am still to find the fully functional computer that has no errors. I hope yours works better now though, and that you enjoyed this latest addition to our tale.

Lindahoyland: Thank you, I am as always glad you liked it. We are doing more angst here, but I hope that you shall at least get to smile as we tried to add in some fun bits as well.

Horsiegurl: Have no fear, there shall be more of Faramir in Rohan, and we hope that it shall be even more fun that this last one was.

Katieelessar: Glad that you find our supply of curses plentiful, hopefully we shall be able to give you even more of them. Interesting vote, that will make one more for Denethor, also, I am sorry, but we can not add to many votes to the original one. Although I would say that Eowyn is Faramir's real wife. I must also ask, no vote for the brothers? We would very much like more votes.

Still, we thank you and hope that you enjoyed this.

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.