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 had some fun with the movie Hidalgo, staring our dear Aragorn. We thought that there was no reason he should get away without having another one of his roles mentioned.

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.

Spontaneous Spanish

Faramir smiled as he saw Aragorn enter the stable. The older man was about to get a surprise. For the first thing Faramir was back one week before he had planned, and for the second, Aragorn would surely be surprised over his travel companion.

He rubbed the nose of his horse lovingly. It was a youthful stallion. Being married to Eowyn meant that he now had more than one horse. Eowyn was raising a whole herd of them.

The stallion was one of the first ones born in their new home, and Eowyn had gifted it to him. He loved the horse, it had an odd sense of humour and loyalty combined. At some times it felt as if he had a Boromir on four legs.

The horse loved to hide brushes and hoof picks, and everything from Faramir, and then he would not give them back until Faramir had routinely looked for them.

Faramir was however more curious about what Aragorn would say about the even younger stallion, the fowl of just three years that he had with him as well. Not a plain brown or grey one that horse, it was splotched with brown and white. Faramir thought that it looked as if they had run out of brown when they coloured the fur, and that the brown only covered half of it as a result.

It was not even splotches either, one hind leg was brown, and the other white, there was one brown patch of brown on the back and up the neck, but it was a beautiful horse. One very proud and most magnificent.

"Greetings Faramir." Aragorn smiled. The sound of those sometimes beautiful and sometimes annoying silver trumpets had alerted him to the fact that his Steward had returned. So he had decided to go down and meet him.

"Greetings sire." Since it was the first meeting since he came back, and since he had missed not being able to tease his lord, Faramir made a deep and formal bow. The kind that drove Aragorn near insane because it did not seem possible to do it, and not overbalance.

Faramir however performed it to perfection, and at the same time noted how a brush was dropped into the hay to the right of his stallion. The best thing he had ever done with that horse was to name it Pixie, for it had the most pixie sense of humour he had ever seen in a horse.

"Faramir." Aragorn groaned. "I came to meet you here to escape all that accursed bowing."

"You know I had to do that though." Faramir smiled.

"I know, but if you do it again I shall take swift revenge." Aragorn promised. "Do you want help curing that one?" He motioned to the other horse.

"I would not object." Faramir smiled, it was time to find the missing brush. He began looking under the horse, lifting one hoof at a time. By now he had learnt how he was supposed to look. Once he had looked under the forth and last hoof he sighed heavily.

"Where have you made away with the brush you wretched scarecrow?" He demanded.

Aragorn gave him a peculiar look. "Faramir, are you feeling well?" He asked uncertainly.

"Aye, as soon as that wretched creature hands me back my brush. "Faramir stated, opening the mouth of his horse and looking there, that was the cue for the horse to find the brush when Faramir looked away. "Thank you." Faramir said as he scratched behind an ear.

He turned back to Aragorn. "Someone thought that it was a funny game." He smiled. "He is a playful one."

"Ah, I think that I understand then." Aragorn smiled as he took up a brush and started on the other horse.

"How come you brought this one along?" He asked. He had not seen it before, and Faramir and Eowyn rarely brought more horses than the ones they rode. Unless it was for something special. "Seems to be too young to be broken in."

"That one will only have one master." Faramir agreed. "So you'll have to do that yourself."

Aragorn stared at him surprised.

"He is a gift from Eowyn." Faramir smiled. "She asked me to bring him since she would be late. She have not even named him yet."

"He is wonderful." Aragorn said as he petted the slim neck, it was truly a remarkable looking young horse.

"We thought that he would fit you." Faramir chuckled. "So what is the name now?"

Aragorn thought about it for a moment. "Hidalgo." He said thoughtfully. It was an odd sounding name, but it was an odd looking horse as well. He did not think that the stallion would ever grow to a great size, but he already had the promise of great strength.

"Very fitting name." Faramir nodded. "He is that, he truly is."

"What?" Aragorn asked confused.

Faramir eyed him and smiled as there was a gentle tug at his sleeve. Apparently he had been lacking at attention, unless he saw to that error there would be a gentle bite next. After that, you had better pay the mount some attention. He began brushing his horses slender flanks again. "Hidalgo, meaning pure blood. I just meant that that little fellow really is of pure blood."

"I did not know it meant anything." Aragorn nodded. It really did seem to fit him though. Both the name and the translation that it obviously had. "I must really thank Eowyn for him, he is truly magnificent."

"He should be." Faramir chuckled. "T'was Eomer's stallion who took a liking for one of the mares. That little fellow there is of pure blood, royal as well seeming as how the father belongs to the King of Rohan. Eomer left him too close to the mares, and then we had this nice fowl."

"Eomer forgot to tie his horse up?" Aragorn sniggered.

Faramir shook his head. "Eomer's horse did not care that he was tied up." He chuckled. "He did not particularly care about the fence either. None of us mind though, there are a few other fowls that we think hail from him as well, but this one is the only one we are sure of."

Aragorn nodded, it was sometimes hard to know the parentage of these offspring's, he did not really care either. This young colt was wonderful, and he felt as if he could hardly wait until it was time to break it in and he could ride it. He felt as if he belonged with the horse in some odd way.

Now I am afraid that I need to put a temporary ending here before I accidentally write a spoiler for the Hidalgo movie, which is not my intent. Until the next week, fare ye all well.

Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

Horses can be evil sometimes... and they're big... Expecially mearas...

But Hidalgo is a good film, even though a horse plays one of the main

characters... Go see it!

Well, this guide sees no purpose this week, so tata!

Earendil Eldar: I would guess that this is not the first time the soldiers of Gondor have been saved from some discomfort or other by Faramir's sharp wit. I do however agree with you, they are lucky to have him. I might also add that the ending laughter was in general terms.

Silver Sniper: The wait is over, the chapter is here. I am glad you like the last chapter, before I somehow got the impression that the Lord Demeni was not very popular, it appears that he actually was now, so there should be more of him.

Legolas's Girl 9: Stonehenge is at least a nice place, and if the Holy Grail is there, Indiana Jones should not be far away. Maybe you could get him to help?

Steelelf: If it was to easy, would it really be fun? Also, yes, another chapter. It tends to happen every time I update.

Lindahoyland: I know that play, but see, those women denied their men to make them stop fighting. Since this would deny the men, I am afraid they would have little else to do but fight. Still, it might work in some way. Indeed I loved your last chapter, as I have loved your every chapter, and I am just as happy for your kind words as you seem to be over mine.

Shy-Shadow Reckless: Yes, he is amusing, is he not? If you laughed, then I have succeeded. I always strive to make my readers laugh at least once during each chapter. Hopefully from top to bottom, then I would really have succeeded.

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

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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.

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