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

Here we have attempted two things, two comply with the request of Aragorn and Carl meeting, and to make Greek letters appear on the page. If it do not work, please pardon us, we tried. Also, should our Greek be faulty, please pardon us as well.

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.

The United Kingdom of Dust

Faramir whistled cheerfully as he pushed open the heavy wooden doors to the library. For once he was allowed to be there for as long as he could ever want to.

Eowyn had travelled to Rohan, to visit where her brother, and she had told him that she would stay there for some time. She missed her brother dearly. Since Arwen had gone with her, claiming that it would be nice with the change, Aragorn had decided that the two of them took the opportunity for some free time.

Two full weeks when they would deal with nothing more than what was strictly necessary. Could life be any better than that?

He headed for the far side of the library, the corner where almost never anyone ventured. The one corner in the library where there was shelf after shelf with tomes that he had not yet gotten the opportunity to read. He could not wait to slip one of them from its snug place and start devouring it.

Aragorn had said that he would come and join him, He would be along shortly after a detour to the kitchen.

Aragorn had claimed that if they were to enjoy their free time they might as well do it properly, and saying so he had decided to free up some larder space for the cooks by bringing them some refreshments.

Now Faramir ventured deep into the library, past the shelves where most stopped, only to stop and lean against a massive shelf. Taking in the scene before him with an amused smile.

There, seated at a table sat Friar Carl, deeply engrossed in a heavy tome. He looked as if the outside world did not exist to him. at least not before he sensed Faramir's eyes on him and he looked up.

Smiling as he recognized his friend.

"Greetings to you my friend." Faramir smiled warmly. Allowing the bookshelf to stand on its own once more and heading over to the table.

"Hello." Carl nodded. "This is becoming quite frequent I must say, I think that I rather like it."

Faramir smiled. "Indeed, I enjoy it much as well. Though you shall have to forgive me for saying I was surprised to see you here."

"Why ever would you?" Carl gave him a peculiar look. "I have certainly not intended to go anywhere. I hate travelling." He gave a shudder. "All those vile monsters trying to kill you. Van Helsing might not mind it, but I most certainly do."

"Not here." Faramir laughed. "The most dangerous monster you shall find here is that giant dust mite that is always sneaking around, and seeing how you are used to ones just as big, I doubt you would fear it. Though, indeed you will have had to travel to come here. You have finally come to Minas Tirith my friend."

"Minas Tirith." Carl gave a startled gasp and looked around himself. It was indeed not the library in the Vatican. It was not, he just could not deny that. Even if it was temping to try.

"Aye." Faramir nodded. "Though I am guessing now that it was not intentional. How did you come to be here?"

Carl looked around himself again, nervously. "I, don't know." He admitted in a slightly terrified tone.

"No need to fear my friend." Faramir smiled. "I assure you that I can get you back safely again."

Cark nodded, he had every faith in his friend, but it was still unerring. He preferred to go somewhere intentional, now he understood why Sharpe had been so upset about it.

"This, is interesting though." He noted as he looked around again, this time with more curiosity.

Faramir nodded. "It is about to become more so, my King and friend is on his way here, and I fear that the concept of our dear Kingdom of Dust might be one he would find it difficult to fully comprehend. Since the land here badly needs its King I would pray that we do not share the details with him."

Carl nodded in agreement, he suspected that it might be somewhat like trying to explain it to Van Helsing, he would either laugh at you or, he would most likely decided that you had gone crazy. He might even decide to take action about it. He did not wish for his friend to be banned from the library because the King did not believe the tale he was told.

"Should I leave before he gets here then?" Carl asked. He would rather stay for a moment, but he would not want to risk anything either.

"No, please stay." Faramir smiled. "He shall have naught against it, he has many time claimed to be curious about whom it is that possesses as much knowledge as I do. He has many times come to ask me for things."

Carl nodded again, he could easily see how the King would be curious about that.

Both of them now heard the heavy doors at the far end of the library open and close.

"That would be him." Faramir noted with a smile, unless it is the dust mites trying to escape before he comes." Faramir shook his head in a rueful manner. "I fear that my lord does not see the service they serve as guards to this Kingdom, instead he keep seeking to slay them."

"I keep having the same trouble with Van Helsing." Carl smiled. "He seems to think that they are monsters and need to be slain."

"Faramir." Aragorn's voice came from near the entrance.

"Over here my Lord." Faramir called back. "Where the dust mites are quivering with fear of your approach. Pray tell me that you did not come to slay them but left your sword outside." Faramir was sure not how Carl felt about nobility, but it would do no harm to let him know that the King was a man that could be joked with.

"One day I shall indeed slay them." Aragorn came into view. "But not this day so you may tell them that they are safe for now. You however I am considering dispatching of. Will you not introduce me to your friend."

Faramir stood and so Carl did as well, he had not really dealt with that kind of nobility before, Dracula surely did not count. So he found it safest to obey Faramir's lead lest he offend in some way.

"My Lord, this is Friar Carl, a dear friend of mine who have many times helped me with his knowledge of languages." Faramir sketched a small bow, and Carl bent his head, he was not really used to bowing.

"Carl, this is my King, and also my friend Aragorn." Again Faramir sketched the bow, and this time Aragorn inclined his head.

Faramir suspecting that Carl felt rather nervous about the royal part of it all spoke again to assure him. "Now that we have all been introduced, may I suggest that we set formality aside in favour of friendship."

"A sound idea." Aragorn said with a smile. "All the bowing and other nonsense some feel obliged to is just bothersome. Even if some does not seem to see that ." He added with a pointed look at Faramir, who pointedly ignored it.

Carl had been thinking that there was indeed a royal air over Aragorn, he was a King, in the true meaning of the word, and yet he seemed to so kind. Carl found that he was not as nervous anymore, for there seemed no need for it.

They seated themselves at the table again, and Aragorn took out a paper.

"Faramir, would you mind taking a look at this." He said. "It looks like that other thing you were writing. I found it in the back of that book, the one about that soldier Sharpe." As he uttered the name of the soldier Carl just stared at him, Faramir could hardly control his amusement.

Aragorn gave them both questioning looks, but Faramir waved it away.

"Do you have any idea of what it is?" He asked, no need to reveal that the two of them had met Sharpe.

"I think that it is a list of further titles." Aragorn told him. "But I can not really tell."

Carl leaned over and read it as the same time as Faramir.

"It is indeed." Faramir smiled at the King. "Let us see here what it says." He straightened the paper out in front of him.

"





"

"How do they even manage to pronounce it?" Aragorn shook his head in confusion.

"It is not so hard." Faramir smiled and exchanged an amused look with Carl.

"Then please tell me what it means." Aragorn pleaded.

"Sharpe's Rifles, Sharpe's Company, Sharpe's Enemy and Sharpe's Sword." Faramir smiled and Carl nodded in agreement.

"Thank you." Aragorn told him. "Though why it would be written in that language is more than I can understand."

"Myself I have learnt not to ask why?" Carl said with a small smile.

"True I suppose." Aragorn agreed with a small nod as he began to set the refreshments he had brought on the table. "I am still grateful though." They were one goblet short since he had not anticipated anyone else, but he and Faramir had no problem with sharing.

It was much later, after he had left the two friends alone that Aragorn again saw Faramir. He had left them alone because it seemed like they did not see each other all that often, but now Faramir had written down the translation for the Greek and had brought it to his friend.

"I was thinking about something." Aragorn smiled as he ran his eye over his friend, taking in his appearance. "The two of you are very much like each other."

"You mean of course that we both are fascinated by languages?" Faramir assumed.

"There is something else as well." Aragorn stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I am not sure, but in some way you even look alike to one another."

"I fear that I do not agree my Lord." Faramir smiled. He and Carl shared nothing beyond their enjoyment for languages. He was not quite sure of what had given Aragorn that idea. It was however not the strangest thing that the King had come up with either. He was, as a matter of fact, still insisting that his desk seemed to be multiplying papers, and Faramir had yet to hear him say anything more strange than that.

He was however quite certain that with time he would.

Now we shall end this here before Faramir finds out just exactly what strange things his friend and King might say, for if he did this now, what then would we use for later chapters pray tell? Thus I found it safest to put a temporary ending here.

Also Celebrion my dear friend, as I was again lonely I have no doubt that there shall be many errors for you to sweat over. Would you however be so kind and do me a favour though, when you have corrected it, as you do so well I might add, and send it back in a mail, would you please then attach it to the mail.

Thank you, it shall be a pleasure to see you all next week.

Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

Not so, gwathel-nin, relatively few this week. I may need to revise my theory on that particular part of your insanity...

Well, dear friends, I for once stand clueless! I have no idea of how to pronounce Greek letters. (As I hope it shows up in, it does in this document!)

Add my thanks to Elenhin's, it's been a true pleasure reading your reviews!

Earendil Eldar: Yes, the Kingdom of Dust is starting to take over the world most defiantly. As for the rest, who is Carl not rubbing off on, he is really amusing to say the least. I would also say that I think you work to much and enjoy yourself to little, now go and enjoy yourself. Carl commands it, in fact, he wants to go with you.

Silver Sniper: Well my experience says that all teachers have a knack for doing those things. They tend to think that something is good just because they say it is good. How much snow does it take for a school to close? I have been going to school when there is three feet on the ground, and more, but over here that is not all that much. I hope you get a nice summer vacation though.

Steelelf: Well, we had Aragorn and Carl here, so who knows. In the Kingdom of Dust anything might happen.

Legolas's Girl 9: Van Helsing is a very good movie according to me, and since both Carl and Faramir are played by the same actor, it is perfect for making fun off.

Lindahoyland: Well, we did not take Aragorn to the Kingdom of Dust, but I hope that you found this acceptable. Yes, it seems that we are aiming for one hundred and one chapters, but if we manage remains to see.

Tempest Destiny: I am very glad that you like this, and I am sorry if we can not always make the chapters longer, I just write them like the ideas comes to me. Also, thank you very much for the vote, we appreciate it. About your idea, I am working on it, but since no one really comes out of the books, the book just dragged Sharpe along with it, it needs some thinking. We shall see what we can come up with however.

Shy-Shadow Reckless: Much credit for you for reading and remembering. We are aware that there are parts here and there that is out of characters, but since we are doing a lot of experimenting, those things happen. We shall see what we can do about getting more of them together, but that is for later.

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.