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 is a tribute to mother's day that we have recently experienced here. We used the Elven tongue because we thought it would be nice.

I am sorry that this update is late, when I tried to up load I only got a server error message, so this was as fast as it could be.

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.

Mother's Day

Eowyn woke up because something was tickling her face. Usually that meant that Faramir was snuggling close to her. He obviously did not have any idea of how his stubble felt in any other face than his own. Not that she minded it very much, but to have that stubble tickle the soft flesh on her throat before she was fully awake was for Faramir to risk a black eye.

Now she tried to turn over, for if she punched him she would not be allowed to go back to sleep.

"Mother." Elboron's voice came.

"We have something for you." Mir squealed.

Something burrowed down at her side, and she was fairly certain that it was Faronella, her youngest daughter loved doing that. She would burrow down beside either her or Faramir, sneak in beneath the cover and then wriggle her way to the closest parent. Mir would be bouncing around until they gave up and grasped him to hold him close, if only to keep him from bouncing on them.

Faramir still claimed that a young boy bouncing in your lap was not always the best idea.

Eowyn could quickly determine that all of the children were there, and that was something unusual, since Theod and Finduella generally claimed to be too big for anything they saw as childish. Elboron was even worse, he had gotten too big for so many of those things, and was growing into a young man.

One that reminded everyone so much about Boromir that it was at times painful to Faramir, when the nobles said how he was so much like his uncle, and would no doubt follow in his uncle's footsteps Faramir wanted nothing more than to hold his son close and keep him from the soldier's life, but Elboron truly was like Boromir, and Faramir did not have the heart to keep him from what he loved, so instead he felt torn in two.

"What's going on?" She asked Faramir as she opened her eyes. His face was full of stubble, so it was he who had tickled her, well, she would take her revenge for that later.

"We thought that we should show you how much we love you and appreciate you." Faramir said as he nuzzled her throat again. Again that stubble, she cuffed him lightly over the ear to make him think of what he was doing.

"I made you a picture." Mir thrust forward a paper that was a bit wrinkled and crumbled after having suffered through his excitement at presenting it to his mother. Faronella retrieved her own picture that had been kept safe by her father to keep it from getting wrinkled and torn.

All of the children presented small gifts.

"I made a poem when I studied elvish." Theod beamed as he handed his sheet of paper over.

Eowyn was not very good at the Elven tongue but she knew enough to read it.

"Roses are read, violas are blue.

All mothers are sweet, but not as sweet as you."

Finduella presented a flower bouquet and Elboron a carving. She treasured all of the gifts. She treasured every single memory of her children, but for Theod who normally hated all studies and everything that meant he had to use book and quill, that was something that she treasured.

Faramir brought the breakfast to them and they all ate in bed, chatting happily and joking with each other, then the youngest children became restless and began using Faramir for climbing sport, he shooed them away to prepare for the day.

"So what did you think about it." Faramir asked as he held his wife close and snuggled his face into her wonderful hair.

"I think that it was most wonderful. I loved all of it. But how did you manage to get Theod to actually write something, and in Elvish?" She asked.

"He loves you so he was easily convinced." Faramir chuckled. "And then I gave him some help with the translation. So you really thought that it was wonderful?"

"I did Faramir, truly." She smiled at him. "I also think that if you want to avoid physical harm you get your stubble away from my neck."

Faramir laughed and burrowed his chin against her throat, he loved teasing her, granted, he did not love the way his jaw hurt after having connected with her fist.

Since Faramir would no doubt try to continue teasing his wife, and we love him too much to inflict too much physical harm on him, we leave of for a temporary ending here. We also hope that you all enjoyed our Mother's Day tribute.

Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

I almost forgot about Mother's Day to be honest…But considering that I'm visiting Elenhin at the moment and is a four hour train ride away from my mother, I think that she'll understand and we'll take it next Sunday instead. Hope you enjoyed yours though!

Oh, and on the language this week… To translate something into Elvish you either need a good grasp on the language or a dictionary and a grammar, and since we have neither I have nothing to do here this week.

See ya!

Earendil Eldar: Glad to hear that the alert worked, an alarm that does not work would be rather useless. Ugh, monitor break down, very evil, very evil. I hope that everything works fine now. Also very glad to hear that you have found your own doorway to the Kingdom of Dust, you never know where the doorway is until you find it. You shall have to tell me if you meet Faramir or Carl when you are there, we have not yet managed to encounter them, and we go there often.

Silver Sniper: I like to write both senseless humour as well as more serious. In these things where every week is something new we can switch between them when we write a new chapter. Poor you, homework, just remember to take a break from that at times and do something more fun, as for the length of the reviews, we love them no matter how short, but I will continue to claim that it is the high point of my week to know that someone likes what I have written.

Steelelf: Glad to see that we seem to have pointed you at something you might like. And thank you very much for telling me where I can still find your tale, I really loved it

Legoals's Girl: Merry and Pippin are indeed great characters, and we love Boromir as well. I most definitely like Boromir, and the way he acts with Merry and Pippin. It is one of the best things in the first movie.

Lindahoyland: Aragorn and Faramir is very funny when they do those things, tease each other and all those things. We had great fun with the Sharpe connection, and I am glad that you like it. It was funny to hear that you had been discussing it, and I might give away that there might be more of Sharpe in the future.

Shy-Shadow Reckless: Richard Sharpe is indeed very funny. We love him very much, and it is so much fun that Sean Bean plays both him and Boromir. I regret I can not see that Sharpe marathon, but we just had our own since I was introducing Celebrion to them, he was visiting me this week, and so we watched all of them, now he loves them as well.

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.