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 week we have attempted to put something down in Arabic, and we hope that you shall all be able to enjoy said attempt.

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.

Creepy Cookies

Aragorn looked up as Merry and Pippin entered his study. They had been very calm and not caused any chaos at all for a few days, so he supposed they had been saving up for something big.

"May we borrow some stuff for writing?" Merry asked.

"What did you intend to write?" Aragorn asked. As long as these two were involved he doubted that it was just a letter home. They would never be doing something so simple.

"Just a short note really." Merry assured him, he sounded to reassuring for Aragorn not to believe that they were up to something.

"To Faramir." Pippin chimed in and Merry elbowed him in the side.

Aragorn leaned back and gave them a scrutinizing stare. "Why would you need to write something?" He asked. "You could simply go over to his study and tell him."

Merry glared at Pippin for having given too much away, and Pippin took no notice of the glare.

"We have thought of a way to give him a language he does not know." Merry said carefully. "It did not work the last time."

"And so you think that it will work this time?" Aragorn admired their optimism, he really did.

"Yeah." Pippin nodded eagerly.

"Pippin, I really doubt that you can find a language here that he has not found before you." Aragorn stated. "But if you want to try, by all means do so." It would keep them occupied for some time, and it could hardly do any harm as Faramir would surely know whatever language they chose, and would no doubt know who had tried to play a prank on him.

The two Hobbits ran over to the desk to receive few sheets of paper, ink and a quill.

"He won't be able to know this one." Pippin stated confidently. "We are making it up ourselves."

Aragorn had to admit that it was probably the only way to get one over Faramir where another language was concerned. In fact, there was a good chance that it could work, he looked at the strange curls and stuff they were making on the paper. They were even making them from the right to the left, to make it even more confusing.

If Faramir could decipher that Aragorn would eat a whole bowl of Eowyn's stew.

"How do you intend to give it to him?" Aragorn asked, wondering if they had intended to set one of their more complex plans into motion, or if they had realized that those rarely worked.

"We're just gonna give it to him and claim that we found it somewhere." Merry stated as they added a last line of strange curly script.

"Then you can do so tonight." Aragorn decided. "He and Eowyn will be dining with us tonight. For some reason Arwen and Eowyn always insist that we eat together."

The two Hobbits giggled as they knew the reason.

They had been there when the two women had figured out the plan. On their own the two men were more likely to forget about going home to eat, and stay in their study instead. However if they were told that they would eat together, than Aragorn would make sure that Faramir did not forget as he thought the younger man tended to lean towards self neglect when it came to these things. Faramir, in much the same way would make sure that Aragorn took the time to eat as he thought that the King worked too much.

Neither of the men had thus far realized that they were being used against each other, and their wives were still laughing mirthfully over it.

Aragorn believed that he was looking out for his Steward, and Faramir believed he was taking care of his King, while in all reality their wives were manipulating them.

It was something that the two Hobbits thought were most amusing, and they were a bit disappointed that they had not been the first ones to think about that.

On the other hand there were many ways to manipulate the two men, if they went to Aragorn and said that they thought Faramir had forgotten to eat lunch he would always call to the kitchen for a meal, and they would always be invited. They would also be the ones sent to get Faramir, and then they would tell him that it was Aragorn who had forgotten to eat lunch, and suddenly the two Hobbits as well as the two men had eaten two lunches.

It had been all to easy to make Arwen and Eowyn give them food in return for a promise to make sure their husbands did not forgot to eat, so in truth it was only Aragorn and Faramir who were not manipulating anyone.

Usually they were too busy trying to steal work from one another to figure out a plan for manipulating someone.

Merry and Pippin thought that it was a shame, both of the men could be quite good at it if they would only try it.

Aragorn was feeling quite please with himself, by allowing their game to continue he could invite the Hobbits to dine with them, beside the supper they would be sure to eat with the other Hobbits, the way he saw it the Hobbits deserved an extra meal whenever he could find a way to manipulate things for it to be arranged.

"Sounds swell." Merry decided.

"We'll just stay here and keep you company until then." Pippin added.

Aragorn considered having the two of them in his study while he worked, it was not something he thought could work. They would no doubt become bored after a mere few minutes, and it was a few hours until supper time yet. He would rather they did something else.

"I have another idea." He told them seriously. "Why do you not go and charm some snack out of the cook. I am sure that you would be able to get some honey cakes, and then you could go to Faramir and make sure that he is at supper at time." That would keep them busy, and Aragorn had no doubt that Faramir would appreciate a few honey cakes. Faramir was also good at keeping the Hobbits amused while still being able to work. He claimed that he had much experience from Boromir playing the fool while he tried to get some work done.

Merry and Pippin was more than pleased, they had known that Aragorn would suggest something like that. Aragorn was in reality all to predictable. Then when you went to Faramir's study and claimed that Aragorn had thrown you out he always allowed you to stay, Faramir was also too predictable.

Predictable people was just so much fun.

Merry and Pippin allowed the others to finish the meal before they brought out the paper.

Everyone had enjoyed the supper and most of the dishes now stood empty on the table, except a bowl of stew of Eowyn's making. She claimed to have gotten the recipe from Sam, but none had been brave enough to try it, and she said that she could not blame them. She was trying to learn how to cook at least rudimentary, but at the present point not even she herself had courage enough to try it.

"Faramir, we found this in the archive, could you tell us what it says?" Merry asked as he handed Faramir a folded piece of paper.

"You always know all languages, and we had no idea ourselves." Pippin went on.

"I can not promise you that I will know it, but by all means I will take a look at it." Faramir promised as he took the paper.

Aragorn had to admit that he was impressed that the two Hobbits were able to keep from giggling. They looked completely innocent and curious.

Faramir frowned as he looked on the unfolded paper. "Wherever have you found a recipe in Arabic?" He asked them absently while he studied it. "And not the best form of it, I think I can translate it though."

"So you mean that it is a real language then?" Merry asked slightly downcast.

"Of course it is." Faramir said absently. "After all I hardly think it would be in the archive if it was not." He strove to decipher a slightly blurred word. "Lets see here, it seems to be a recipe. 'Mix butter, sugar and flour. Flatten out the dough in a pan and bake for fifteen minutes. Spread a layer of honey over the dough and then let it harden in a cool place.'"

Faramir looked at them with a broad smile. "It is a recipe for honey cakes." He beamed cheerfully. "I must say that it was a good thing that you found it."

"We thought that you would like it." Merry tried not to show his disappointment over the fact that Faramir had actually been able to read it. Pippin looked cheerful only because of the prospect of getting to try the honey cakes. Aragorn swallow with dread.

"I think that I shall try some of that after all." He said to Eowyn and asking her is she could fill his bowl with some stew.

They all of them looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

"Aragorn, are you sure?" Eowyn asked.

"Yes, if you take the trouble to try to learn, then the least we can do is try it." He hoped he sounded convincing.

Apparently he was a bit too convincing for Faramir held out his bowl as well, decided that if Aragorn was nice enough to Eowyn to try the stew, he should as well as her husband.

Aragorn thought that it served him right since it was in all reality Faramir's fault that he himself had to eat it. If Faramir had just had the sense not to know Merry and Pippin's made up an Arabic language Aragorn would never have been forced to eat the stew.

Granted the stew was better than it had been, but a full bowl was still too much, the good thing was the grateful expression on Eowyn's face, apparently it meant quite a lot to her that they choked down some of it. After all Faramir did it because he cared for Eowyn.

Arwen too looked grateful and Aragorn felt certain she would show her gratitude later, Eowyn was after all her friend.

Still the next time the Hobbits came up with something they were certain that Faramir would not be able to read he would make sure to promise to do something less likely to be fatal, helping Legolas with his bow practice by standing in for the target should do.

We will leave of here before forced to go into the details concerning Eowyn's stew, and just say that the recipe should be possible to use as stated as we have merely simplified another recipe. While the cakes bake we shall also take a temporary ending here until next week.

Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

None should ever have to be exposed to a stew of Éowyn's... Oh, the horror!

Mmm, cakes... We can mail you some if we can fit them in the scanner!

Well, nothing for me to do so see ya next week!
Silver Sniper: Ah, then your week should be complete now, knowing that you enjoy it still means a lot to us. Glad that you liked Carl as well, he will come to return later as well. I am afraid that it is not a ghost that makes things appear, it has to do with other things, and due to all the positive response on out desk fic we have decided to continue with it, and in it more of those things will be explained.

ForeverFaramir: Ah yes Carl, he seems to be quite popular, but then again you like anything with Daisy in it. ;)

There will however as stated be more Carl to come. Oh yes, we are having great fun with the way Aragorn and Faramir tries to steal the work from one another, they are very amusing that way.

Legolas's Girl 9: As always we are very glad that you liked it.

Lindahoyland: The friendly banter between Aragorn and Faramir is very fun to write. It is something that seems to come very easy to the two of them. Oh, and I knew that letter would have to come into play, I really love what you are doing with that story, and as soon as I have posted this I will be looking for an update.

Steelelf: I take it you really liked it then. It makes my day to know you are enjoying yourself reading this, I hope that you will enjoy this as well.

Earendil Eldar: I love to read your reviews whenever I get them, and I do know how easy it is to get caught up in writing. Yet I do hope that you take time to enjoy yourself by letting others amuse you as well. Hopefully you shall have been able to get a laugh out of reading 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.