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 have used some Greek.

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.

Greek Letters and the Confusion They Bring to Unsuspecting Kings

Faramir walked among the shelves in the library, stopping every now and then to look closer at one of the tomes. Gently brushing against their worn leather spines with his fingertips. After some time he pulled one of the thicker tomes from its snug home on the shelf and brought it to the table near the fireplace for a brief study.

He skimmed the pages while smiling to himself, this would indeed be a challenge and it was a welcomed one. Feeling very pleased he brought it with him back to his chambers.

Eowyn shook her head knowingly as Faramir came in and sat down by his desk. She knew what was coming when he had that expression on his face. He had found something that would make him lose every connection to the outside world. It was up to her to make sure that he did not starve as he would not realize when it was dinner time on his own. How any man could miss the fact that his own stomach was rumbling was beyond her.

As soon as he had left the dining table and given her a brief hug he had his nose in the book again. This time making heavy use of his quill.

Knowing that he would stay up reading all night if he was not stopped she used all her persuasive powers, and a rather transparent night gown to get him to bed. She was however not sure whatever it was the night gown or the threat to burn the book that made him heed her.

When she awoke in the morning he was already sitting with the book again, so mayhap she should try to get an even more revealing night gown, in the hopes that it would hold his attention just a little longer.

Faramir was enjoying the fact that he could spend the whole day reading. The King had suggested that they should both ignore the matters of state for a few days. The reason was the council that was coming up. Aragorn reasoned that since it was so tedious they should both rest before it started.

Faramir agreed whole heartedly. There was nothing so tiresome than the bickering councillors that could never agree on even one single thing.

The matters of state could however not be ignored completely as they were both bombarded with letters from said bickering councillors. All of them requisitioning that the King and Steward to this and that. All of them desiring to gain ground before the actual council began. Faramir wondered where they found the energy for it as he read through another such letter.

Since it was one that might actually cause trouble he regretfully lay aside his book for a moment. Only long enough to write a note for the King though. It might go so far that they would have to do something about the Lord Barladro. He was beginning to become less of a nuisance and more of real trouble.

As soon as he had sent a young page off with the letter he took up the book again. He was always eager to learn a new language.

Either he was losing his mind, Aragorn thought ruefully, or Faramir was. Having received a letter from his Steward by a page was not unusual, but this time it made no sense. The paper was covered in some strange marks he had never seen before. Some looked ordinary, but the rest of them! What was that curled around thing supposed to be?

It made no sense for Faramir to send something like this. Sighing he decided that he might as well find his friend and ask him what it was about.

Faramir was easily found as Aragorn had been fairly certain he would be reading. When were his friend not reading if it was his choice.

"What are you studying this time?" Aragorn grinned as he took a seat on a chair beside the other man's desk. Sitting before Faramir had time to stand and bow.

"Greek." Faramir held the book so that he could see. "It is rather fascinating even if Eowyn never would agree with me. "I think that I have mastered the form of writing, so now I am working on the grammar and my vocabulary."

Aragorn flipped through a few pages and noted amused that he recognized the written words of the Greek language.

"I'd say that you have mastered the written form of it, yes." He chuckled. "Mind explaining to me why you saw fit to bestow a letter written in Greek to me?"

Faramir gave him confused look that said he had no idea what Aragorn was talking about and Aragorn laughed as he took out the letter.

"A page came with this to me, he said that you had sent him." Aragorn spread the paper out on the desk.

"Oh." Was all Faramir said as he looked at it. "I'm terribly sorry Sire. I did not realize. I must have had the Greek alphabet on my mind as I was trying to learn it." He blushed an embarrassed hue of red.

"No need to fret so." Aragorn chuckled. "I was merely a slight bit confused. I know how easily those things stick to your mind. It is no problem."

"I should not show such tardiness about the matters of state." Faramir said ruefully. "Truly I am sorry Sire, for many of the nobles would take offence did they know."

"Many of the nobles are fools Faramir." Aragorn gave him a warm smile. "Their words carry little weight, and this." He motioned to the paper. "Makes more sense than they do I fear."

In spite of feeling like a fool Faramir smiled. "I still should not have allowed myself to become so distracted." He berated himself, since his King would not berate him.

"I know how distracted you get when you have a book Faramir." Aragorn smirked amused. "Have you even remembered to eat this day."

"Certainly." Faramir smiled as he had at least not shown tardiness at this. "I broke fast with Eowyn this morn, before she went on her ride."

"Faramir." Aragorn smiled knowingly. "It's two hours past lunch."

"Then I have to say no to my great shame." Faramir said properly ashamed.

"I am not scolding you my friend. If truth be told I did not recall it myself before your letter came and distracted me from my book." Aragorn looked slightly guilty as he admitted this. "What say you, shall we go and find us a late lunch. Then you can explain this matter to me. And, when our wives questions us we can claim that we actually did remember to eat our midday meal."

"It would no doubt save me a scolding." Faramir smiled and his eyes twinkled. "I would even be able to scold her for not trusting me."

"A deal then." Aragorn rose. "I think that we shall go to my study, the cooks are used to sending food there at odd times so they shall think nothing about it."

Faramir agreed willingly and so they headed to Aragorn's study.

"Odd, I do not recall leaving any papers on my desk." Aragorn muttered as he sent a servant for the food.

"We deal with enough papers every day that one might think they breed." Faramir joked. He recalled that the King had joked about that at some time, and at times he was almost willing to believe it. "It is more than one can keep track of at any rate."

The only thing left on this chapter now is that our King and Steward enjoy their temporary respite before council.

Since the councillors and nobles are always bugging them I have decided not to do so again until it is time for the next chapter.

Allowing them a temporary pause from an obnoxious writer with to many weird ideas that are all demanding to be put on the computer screen.

So until the next chapter I bid you all a temporary ending.


Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

Well, the only NON-temporary thing about this fic is the obnoxiousness of its writer...

Me, I only help her come up with ideas and then beta them. Hoping to make readable so the general public will not get bad mental images and sore eyes from the spelling...

See you next week! Now I will go rest my eyes as they are running for the hills...

Silver Sniper: Thank you. We do like the desk, and on request we have written a single piece staring mainly the desk, it will soon be posted, but as a stand alone and not as chapter on this one. Also, use what words you like, if they are not in the dictionary, then clearly the dictionary needs to be updated, as for spelling, I am a dyslexic how would I know whatever it is correct or not? ;) That is why I do the typing and Celebrion is my spell check.

Lindahoyland: Faramir is getting better at telling when Aragorn is teasing him, and he even dares to tease back again. As for the Russian, however did any of the strange languages wind up there, simply, by means of the Kingdom of Dust.

Aragorn and Faramir are always plotting to free the other from work. They are sort of sneaking around each other to steal each others work, and is that not fun?

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