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

Japanese have been requested for some time now, and I thought I should try to make something out of it. I decided to see what would happen if Aragorn found a book of Manga to read, and it turned out to be interesting.

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.

Lindahoyland: Who seemed to enjoy reading about the paperwork that always terrorizes Aragorn and Faramir.

The Right Way Is The Left Way

Aragorn groaned as he sat down behind his desk. He still thought that it was a rather nice desk. The smooth polished wood, and intricate carvings. He thought that it was a really beautiful desk. He thought it was, and that was what made him groan, he really had no idea anymore. He could not recall the last time he saw the actual desk beneath all the official documents.

At one point he had considered just 'accidentally' dropping a burning sliver of wood when he was lighting the candles. All the papers would just flare into flames, and that should be the end of it.

Faramir had however asked him not to do it. Faramir wanted to be rid of the papers as much as Aragorn did, but he had explained that copies were made of everything excepts a few specific documents, to ensure they were not lost, and even more distressing. If all the documents should be lost in a fire on the King's desk, there would be a lot of paperwork as it was established how such a thing could have occurred, and if there was one thing they did not need, it was more paperwork.

Once he had considered spilling his ink over a particularly pointless piece of parchment, he had even nudged the inkwell with his elbow, and how came it that the blasted thing was always dry when you so desperately needed the ink. By the time he had hunted down some more ink, for of course the supply in the cabinet was depleted. He had forgotten his intent, and just worked out the document instead of destroying it.

He hated it when the Kingly paper forms filling way of thinking he had recently gotten trained in took over hand over his old ranger way of thinking. He could have drowned the thing in a river of ink and been long gone before he had been found out.

Regretfully there was nothing to do about it. As a soldier he knew when he was beaten and so he set to work. Going over all the documents. Filling out forms, approving and not approving requests. Really why did they even bother to make some of those requests, they were really too absurd, no sane man would ever approve them.

Which was most likely why most of them were made by the Lord Barladro, Aragorn had quickly put him down as rather not sane at all. His position as a Lord was nearly as absurd as some of the requests he had made.

No doubt he would come in a rage and demand an answer as to why his requests had been 'not' approved, but until his state of intelligence had improved. Seeing as how that was rather unlikely, Aragorn did not think it would happen anytime soon.

Most likely it would be about the same times when Hobbits only ate one meal a day. Only even more unlikely than that.

Stifling a yawn he almost wished for anything to interrupt, almost, for he had learnt that there were worse things than tedious documents. For example, maybe a balrog would burn the documents to cinders, but they really did not make good pets. Glorfindel had claimed so, and he was one who knew from experience. Then there was the bother of Sauron trying to take over his office, now that might break the dullness, but it might also break other things. Then there was the horde of angry cave trolls on a rampage. Certainly not dull, but about as dangerous as Eowyn when she was angry at Faramir for having worked too late. There were times when Faramir had considered passing the armoury on the way home.

No, for the safety of all Aragorn wished that something good would interrupt the boring work. He was lucky it would seem, for suddenly he came upon something in the pile that was not an official document trying to brake the old record in bureaucratic stupidity.

It was a small book, but not a leather bound one, the cover and the spine was made out of thicker paper. It also had a brightly painted image on it, one of people with strange huge eyes, he had no idea where it had come from, but some of the documents came from the library that was referred to as the Kingdom of Dust, so he was willing to make a fair guess. It was really odd, the figures looked like men, but he had never seen men with so huge eyes and so funny expressions before.

It looked like some kind of child's drawings. When he opened it he could not make any sense out of it. The pages where covered with pictures of those strange people. There were the same kind of odd looking symbols that he now saw on the front cover.

He could not figure out what it was at all.

"Aragorn." He was very grateful when he heard Faramir's voice, but he did not look up until he was sure that Faramir would have straightened from the bow he had no doubt performed as he spoke.

"Faramir, could you tell me what this was by any chance." He noted as he held up the book for his Steward to see it.

"I can most certainly try, my Lord." Faramir grinned. Adding the title just to spite Aragorn, for not looking as he bowed when he came in. His bowing and using of titles was grating at Aragorn's nerves at times, and it was also very amusing.

He took the book and studied it briefly. "It's called Manga." He said with a smile. "A Japanese form of entertaining reading."

"I don't understand any of it." Aragorn shook his head, taking it and flipping through the pages.

"You're reading it the wrong way." Faramir explained.

Aragorn frowned, wondering if the insanity level of the Lord Barladro's requests had started to affecting Faramir's way of thinking. Yet he still turned the book upside down.

"No, I meant like this." Faramir took the book and held it the right way, then he opened it at the back first. "See, while we read from the left to the right, they read from the right to the left. Meaning you have to start at the end and read forwards." He explained.

"What are all those odd looking things?" Aragorn asked pointing at the symbols.

"That is their written language. It lets you know what the people are saying." Faramir explained. "They also use the facial expressions a great deal, and that is partially why they are so exaggeratedly drawn. This one is called 'Pet Shop of Horrors, and it seems quite good."

Faramir did indeed think that it looked rather interesting, he would not mind reading it at all. It did not seem as Aragorn was too interested in it past a mild curiosity, but then that might be because he found Japanese very hard to read.

Now, it would have been interesting to make this chapter in Manga style, but since did not support Greek characters, I rather doubt that it would support any kind of Japanese ones, and I did not think it would support the drawings either. Since I did not know how bad that would be, I decided to make a temporary ending here, and allow these two to read their Manga in peace, without making the characters appear as small boxes, which I doubt even Faramir could read.

So until the next chapter, this is temporarily the end.

Pronouniciation Guide by Celebrion:

YAY! Pet Shop of Horrors! Love that one! Pity I've only got parts 1-4 at the moment...

And to Lindahoyland: I prefer Shakespears comedies to the tragedies, Much Ado about Nothing is among my favourite plays (and movies!). I almost laughed out loud when I saw the poster for 'The Merchant of Venice' the first time, Hollywood seems to like making drama out of whatever they might find... I haven't seen it yet, but I think I will as soon as I've read the theatrical script.

Earendil Eldar: It does seem that many liked the last chapter, and I think it turned out very well. I like writing Ian as he is a very interesting character, there is so much to him if you take the time to look deeper into his character. He does remind you a slight bit of Boromir at times, I think they share much the same weaknesses. Both strive so hard to protect what they hold dear, that they sometimes loses track of the bigger picture. There is a lot of Ian to come in my other fic, I did tell you how many pages I have, and I really hope that you will like it.

Silver Sniper: I loved National Treasure, enough that I bough the DVD even before the price cut, thought mostly that was so I would be able to check up on the information and the details in it for my other fic. The Biggest Treasure, that is a National Treasure fic I have begun posting here. Since I think that the friendship between Ian and his men is portrayed so very well, if you only look for it, I thought it would be a nice idea to include it here.

Lady Elbereth Tealrose: Ah, my very dear padawan, you would know where that quote comes from, it was after all to you I said it. Finally here is your Japanese, I hope that it turned out satisfactory for you.

Steelelf: Ah, thank you, thank you very much. I enjoy writing comedy, but I also like to throw in some more deeper meanings at times. It is so great to know you enjoyed it.

Lindahoyland: Yeah, it can be confusing without the movie, but once I had gotten the idea, I had to do it. Boromir and Ian do look a lot alike, mostly because they both have the same hair colour, and close to the same hair length. They look enough alike that Faramir would react to it. In must try to get the Sharpe books for myself, and not have to relay on the library, since the library don't have them but have to order them. Luckily I have plenty of Shakespeare, the owner of the local second hand book shop has a lot of them in stock, and I spend a lot of time there. If he ever gets a Sharpe book, I have asked him to keep it for me. If you find Sharpe's company, I shall have to ask you to tell me, for there is a passage there I am looking for.

Legolas's Girl 9: National Treasure is one of my favorite movies as well, so I am very happy to hear that you enjoyed this chapter. Hmm, Legolas, does this mean you shall be running off on another adventure?

YourEvilOverlord: I do my very best to please. I enjoy writing humor, thought as I said, I like to try to get it a more serious at times as well. I am very grateful to you, not the least for finding it worthy enough to review, it is always the thrill of the week to know that the readers have enjoyed my writing. Thank you.

Pasha ToH: The same goes for you as well, a big thank you. I am so grateful that you enjoy this. I shall as always do my best to keep the chapters coming.

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.