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 are back to Latin, and also the paperwork that seems to have it in for Aragorn.

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.

Mental Evason

Faramir sighed tiredly, the plan had been that when the King returned from his week away he would be feeling refreshed and would be more ready to deal with the royal duties again.

It had been a good plan, but good plans never did seem to work out so well.

He looked at the King. "Sire, come with me." He said as he took a hold on his King's kingly shirtsleeve, and thus dragging him along in an most unkingly manner.

Aragorn followed obediently behind his Steward while wondering what Faramir was actually up to.

Faramir lead the way to the Royal chambers, seeing as how he was fairly certain that he would come to find the Queen there. As he left for his study in the morning Eowyn had told him she would be going there to see the Queen. The two of them apparently wanted to catch up. Now he was thankful for it as it made her easier to find.

So it was that Faramir entered the chambers with Aragorn still in tow by his shirtsleeve.

Therefore it looked a slight bit funny as he went to one knee in respect for his Queen, never mind that he was still holding on to Aragorn as well, forcing him to bend down into an awkward bow as well.

"Faramir, it is so good to see you again." Arwen smiled

"It is good to see you again, my Lady. I hope that you had a pleasant time."

"Very much so." Arwen smiled, temporarily ignoring the fact that he was holding on to her husband. "Has he not behaved himself?" She then asked.

"I thought I sent him away so that he would rest, and yet he is acting even more strangely now." Faramir said shaking his head. "He had some odd things to say about his desk."

"Not that it was breeding papers again?" Arwen sighed with a look to her husband.

"No, actually this time he had a conspiracy theory about it taking over Gondor." Faramir informed her.

"Not the desk." Aragorn objected. "Only a fool would think that of a desk. It's the papers on it that are trying to take over Gondor."

Eowyn took in the scene with wry amusement. "Shall we send and ask for the aid of my brother then, so that we might defeat this mighty foe."

Aragorn's face lit up happily, and Faramir groaned.

"Eowyn, do not give him any such ideas." He pleaded. "It is bad enough as it is." He decided that there was no need to fear the King's escape anymore, and so let go of his sleeve. "My King thinks that his desk is plotting against his regime."

"Not the desk." Aragorn said exasperated. "It's the papers."

"The papers." Arwen noted with a nod and a small smile. "Are you trying to get out of taking care of them?" It rather sounded like a very bad excuse to her.

"No, I am just trying to make you see that there should not be that many of them." Aragorn sighed. "How does it come to be so many of them?"

"Ah, but you know what they say Aragorn." Faramir smiled. "Verba Volant, scripta manent."

"And what does that mean?" Aragorn asked with raised eyebrows.

"The words fly away, the written lasts." Faramir grinned.

"I'm sure the papers could be made to fly…." Aragorn said thoughtfully as he glanced towards the window. His study had windows as well, and those could be opened.

"No! Absolutely not." Faramir told him with a glare. "You are not going to throw all the paperwork out the window."

"But it would take care of the problem." Aragorn said optimistic.

"No Sire, it would not." Faramir hurried after him as Aragorn walked out the door.

Arwen and Eowyn smiled as they heard the two of them continue the argument down the hall. Aragorn sounding cheerful and Faramir more worried.

They exchanged a look that is the same no matter what language is spoken, the look between two females. "Men." Pronounced with a heavy sigh.

Since I heard something from at the window, and have some important papers I need to keep, I need to insert a temporary ending here and see what is going on. In the meantime, all of you take care.

Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

Do you even open your study window enough for papers to fly out?

Well, we'll just have to wait until next week and see, won't we?

Let's just hope that next week's chapter don't end up flying around...

Lindahoyland: I have noticed that you do seem to enjoy the paperwork stories, so I try to make one of those every once in awhile. Of course I missed your stories, they are great, I love to find another one of them when I turn to the computer in the morning. I might also add that your support has helped to keep this going, as Celebrion and I just realized what 49 chapters, with one each week means….

Earendil Eldar: Ah, yes, the papers had a head start on them, and it shall be quite something to deal with them. It is most likely true that if Faramir was not so skilled stealing the papers, Aragorn would be unable to enter his study. Fear not however, we shall not leave the King at the papers mercy, I am afraid that I've been a bit busy of late, I am sure I got the pics, but to stressed to be sure, as mentioned above we just realized what 49 chapters means, and now we have some stuff planned, and I am trying to make the time for it. Confusing? Aye, you should see it from my end, I hardly know what I write here….

Lady Elbereth Tealrose: Aye the Papers, they seem to have it in for the King. Have some faith in thy Master, Brother and scout master here my dear Padawan, sister and scout, I have no intention to stop writing anytime soon. Glad you like it though, more glad than I can say.

Steelelf: Papers can be most intimidating when they want to. I have a bunch of papers that actually scare me, but papers can also be out friend. I do not think many would have read the wonderful book that is The Lord of the Ring, if each page had been a massive slab of stone….. So let us be glad that there is papers, and just wish that there was less of the bad papers.

Legolas's Girl 9: Latin camp sounds lovely, we don't have things like that here. Regretfully, it would really be cool. Glad you are back home, many pleasant memories, eh?

Silver Sniper: School can be really evil, and that is not taking homework into account, I wonder how Faramir would coup with that? Thought he would come in handy in language class. I am as glad as ever to hear how much you enjoy this, those 49 weeks ago, I would never have thought anyone would like it as much as you seem to do.

Katieelessar: Ah, it is so good to hear that you are still reading, and I was happy to know what your favorite chapter was, and that you liked this last one as well. We hope to inspire some good laughs with our writing, and to hear that we have succeeded is even better. Thank you very much.

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.