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 the Hobbits are back, as everyone seems to enjoy them, at least Merry and Pippin is back. Also, this time we have chosen to use Swedish.

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.

Happy Hobbits

Aragorn could not hide the fact that he was excited, it was not all that often that the Hobbits traveled all the way from the shire to Gondor. Yet this time they had done it, and they were to arrive during the day.

Aragorn was actually pacing back and forth and Faramir was chuckling goodheartedly at him for it. Teasing him that the King should not show such nervousness.

"I'm just so eager to see them." Aragorn noted. "I know it's only Merry and Pippin coming, but still. I have missed them all so much."

"I don't think there is anyone who did not miss them." Faramir pointed out. "The cooks won't let anyone into the kitchens as they are preparing a feast. Even taken the famous hobbit appetite in account, they will be hard pressed to eat all that food."

"Pippin will certainly try." Aragorn snorted. "That lad can eat twice his own weight in food at every meal."

"I know." Faramir smiled. "Father always believed that there was no one who could eat more than Boromir, claiming that he ate as much as a starving army all by himself. But I doubt he could win over Pippin."

"The two of them very pretty equal in Rivendell." Aragorn noted. "Pippin latched on to Boromir as soon as they met. I think he felt over looked and ignored most of the time. Boromir always had time for him, not to mention how he always had something squirreled away for Pippin to snack on between the meals."

"He did the same thing with me." Faramir said with a sad smile. "He always had some treat in his chambers, and when he was home I would go there in the evening. Then when he helped me improve my skill with the sword he did the same thing. He always had some sweets when I got it right. Even if we were really to old for it."

"At times I think he saw them as children suitable to be made into a herd of younger brothers." Aragorn laughed.

"More than likely." Faramir agreed. "It is the kind of thing he would do."

They were interrupted by the clear ring of silver trumpet, the sound that Boromir had spoken about with such emotion in his voice.

Exchanging smiles, Aragorn and Faramir hurried to great the hobbits. It was a greeting with many affectionate hugs going all ways around.

Then Pippin pulled himself partially lose from Aragorn. "Can we get something to eat now?" He asked with a big smile. "We've hardly gotten any food on the way, see."

"You shall have more food here than even you can eat my friend." Aragorn laughed. "There is a feast for the evening, and before then I am sure we could find something for you if you wish it."

Pippin's eyes lit up bright at the promise, and so they went inside. Ordering some refreshment to be fetched to the King's study for the time being.

Merry was digging around in his pack, even while chewing some cake he had his mouth full of. Then he retrieved a leather satchel.

"Here, this one is for you." He told Faramir with a smile. "See, we've been saving up everything we've found that we thought you would like."

"It's all kind of strange languages." Pippin said cheerfully as he reached for another cake. "We thought you'd like them. You're always going on about every odd language that there is ye know, and there you have some more of them."

"Sounds like something that should keep you occupied for a few moments." Aragorn laughed.

Faramir had already gotten out the first sheet of paper, even as he was thanking the two Hobbits for the trouble.

"Some of it's from Bagend." Merry explained. "Frodo and Sam didn't think Bilbo would care to see it lying at waste there, so they thought you'd have better use for it."

Faramir, in spite of his vast linguistic skills found that it was hard to find enough words to express his gratitude.

He took up the first paper and scanned it briefly. "Its Swedish he noted."

"What does it say?" Pippin enquired, as curious as ever.

"Så skrikande, så längtansfult, så brådmodigt gingo he fram. Så med skutt han dansade. Nedanföre galjeträdet. Tårpillen sörjer nu för dig." Faramir first read the Swedish words from the page. Then he translated it for their benefit. "Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, sae dauntingly gaed he. He played a spring and danced around beneath the willows tree. The weeping willow weeps for thee."

"So sad." Pippin said moving closer to Faramir. "It was nice, like, but so very sad."

"I like it how the weeping willow wept." Merry said with a smile. "It made it beautiful in a sad way."

"It was very nice." Faramir stated and Aragorn agreed.

"Come now thought, think not of sad things at all." Aragorn encouraged them. "In just a few hours time the feast shall begin, and we all wish to be ready then."

Never mind that he was just swallowing the last mouthful. Pippin still shone up at the mentioning of food.

Since I would not want to make the Hobbits late for the feast, out of fear that they would be annoyed at me for missing out on the food, I shall insert the usual temporary ending here, and bid you all a pleasant time. As well as recommend everyone to temporary put a lock on the pantry since no food is safe now that the Hobbits are back.

Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

Hmmm, Swedish... It's always hardest to work on here... As I have it as my mother tongue it's hard to really know how you shape the sounds without making it overdone...

Well, I'll try!

Så skrikande, så längtansfullt, så brådmodigt gingo han fram. Så med skutt han dansade nedanför galjeträdet. Tårpilen sörjer nu för dig.

Generally, Swedish is spoken further to the front of your mouth than English...

The 'g's are also harder except when written 'ng', then it's the same as English 'thing'

The t's are aslo harder, always. The 'i's are somewhat narrower than in English, as well as the 'a's. Think the famous British 'a', then make it harder, there's how we say it in Swedish.

The Swedish vowel 'å' is promnouced much like English 'oh', except as always, a bit harder.

Swedish is a harsh language, I think it has something to do with the climat...

Ta!

Silver Sniper: Aye, we are at it again, and at an equal loss of words for how to express our gratitude. I just realize how many weeks one chapter every weeks makes. We have been at this for a long time now, I truly never can express how grateful it makes me to see that something I have done, has gotten this response.

Lindahoyland: It does seem as if Aragorn was able to give Sharpe a more positive view on some kings. Trust me, I would never kill of Sharpe, he is way to much fun, and to cute. Another adventure in the future does however sound nice, we shall just have to see what we can do about it, shall we not?

Earendil Eldar: I just hope I mange the posting process, not much more than two hours sleep, and a lot of meeting, and the scouts in an hour or two, I read your review, brought this up, and hardly remembers a word……..Ah, yeah, the spider, try threaten it with Sharpe, and the orcs yeah. If it was bad, I think Sharpe would kill first, and worry about how pretty they were later. He's met to many monsters in human form to be stopped by them, but it did make him pause for a second. Anyway, an arrow with a flat live head should kill that spider right of.

Legolas's Girl 9: Aye, you need to be careful or you'll never know where you might wind up.

Lady Elbereth Tealrose: Yeah, Sharpe sure has a very fun way of fighting, he tries to shock them to death with curses, and you know, I can't give you new curse words for every chapter. Sorry, but I just can't.

Z : Thank you so much for your vote, it has been added and fit in quite nicely with the earlier votes. As for the grammar, and mostly likely spelling mistakes as well, I am sorry for those. In the first few chapters my beta had not yet realized what a perpetual spelling disaster I am, and so these have more errors in them. Hopefully there is less in the later ones. I would however like to thank you very much for reading.

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.