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. Also Carl and Ian comes by for a visit.

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.

Mandatory Intervention

Faramir sighed exaggeratedly, was there no way to defeat this foe then? Was there no way to make this enemy yield?

Was this to be the end after all the battles they had fhought side by side.

He shook his head ruefully as he looked at his coming demise.

Beside him Aragorn bowed his head in defeat. "Well my friend, it has been a true pleasure to have you as a friend, but I fear the end has come. For I can not see how we could come out victorious this time."

"Sire," Faramir sighed again. His battle was not in all ways the same as Aragorn's. "Tis is not an army of Mordor we are facing here, but merely the fact that paperwork is not your strong side."

Indeed it was not, for even if the King worked harder than he should, he was not able to keep the amount of papers in check. His desk was a mess. Piles of documents reminding him of the Caradhras in their appearance, for they had risen into peeks, collapsed and fallen down in heaps and valleys. Ah, there to the corner was the Gap of Rohan, which meant that Minas Tirith was over there. He wondered where he would find the Elven Realm.

"Faramir, no man can be the master over that, it can not be done." Aragorn shook his head. "No, I am enough man to know when I have been defeated and to surrender when I stand no chance of winning."

"No sire, you only have much the same view upon it as my brother did. He was able to device a plan for dealing with it, after father forbid him to use a his sword on it that was."

"And pray tell me what he did come up with." Aragorn smiled fondly in spite of feeling his own demise weighing heavily on his shoulders. Boromir, the man would have seen it as a real enemy to be disposed of. He missed the noble man, and he prayed that he had finally been granted peace.

"It was simple, he decided to ignore it and leave it to me." Faramir wondered how he would be able to sort the mess out. "Now Sire, it is about time for tea, or elevenses if you happen to be a Hobbit. Go down to the kitchen and fetch us some and I shall start trying to sort this out."

"Or we could just lock the door and throw the key away." Aragorn suggested.

"No." Faramir shook his head. "I will not let you do that my Lord, now run down to the kitchen and fetch us some tea and honey cakes like a good King."

Aragorn snorted at the term 'good king' as well as that of Faramir and honey cakes.

"It would not be fair to leave you here with it." He noted.

"Do so." Faramir commanded. "It is no trouble for me, just do not return before you have some honey cakes. Now out of here so that I can start."

Aragorn laughed at being chased out much as a child would. Yet he went to find the honey cakes. If Faramir was able to make some headway in there, he deserved as many of them as he could eat. Or rather, as many as Aragorn could carry.

Faramir rubbed his hands together, trying to decide where to start. Near Rohan, or near his own city?

He had just sat down and picked up the first document when he heard the door creak open. He looked up, intending to scold the King for not obeying his command.

Then his annoyance turned to a smirk as he saw a certain Friar in the doorway. Looking for all the way as if he was fearing that a dust mite would attack him.

"Carl." He greeted warmly. "It is ever so good to see you here."

"Er, well, I had not intended to at the moment." Carl said carefully. "But I found someone and did not quite know what to do with him."

Faramir chuckled at his phrasing and his apprehensive expression. He could see someone behind the Friar, someone who seemed to be a bit nervous and tense. He could sense the nervousness from both men, so he stood and walked around the desk.

The first look he got of them man made him stop dead in his tracks, Boromir?

Ah, no, not Boromir, yet someone he had met before. A man he recalled because they had shared words of grief, but then he had been brought to him. Now he was here.

They made an odd contrast, Carl, a bit hunched and in his robes. Ian, with his stronger build, and his strange clothes. He wore those odd tunics and trousers. Low shoes instead of boots, and his clothes were more baggy than the fashion of Gondor, they hung loosely on him. It was his build and his features that made him so much like Boromir, the colour and the length of his hair. Those eyes, the exact same shade of green, and the way he knew they could sparkle with amusement.

Ah, but he looked hesitant, as if was not sure what was to come, and likely he had never experienced something like this before.

"Ian." He greeted to put him at ease. "It is a true pleasure to see you again."

Ian glanced over his shoulder. "That thing that just, was that the same as you did?" He asked carefully.

"Yes." Faramir nodded. "Do not worry, I have come to be used to it, and I can make sure that you are able to return safely."

Ian glanced over his shoulder again, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back and then letting it fall into place again. A habitual gesture. He seemed to compose himself a bit as he did it.

"So you two have done this before?" He asked.

Both of them nodded.

"Carl here was quite confused as well." Faramir stated with a smile. He introduced the two of them to each other more formally.

Then Carl just had to ask what Faramir was doing, with a glance to the desk.

Faramir sighed and tried to explain what happened if you combined the King with paper work. Carl looked a bit doubtful, and Ian had a small smirk playing on his lips.

It broke Faramir's heart anew to see how much he looked like Boromir doing so, and yet it healed the breaking to see the joy of life sparkling in his eyes. He was like a piece of Boromir reborn, and seeing him as such made it less painful.

"Can we help?" Ian asked, and it was not as much as an offer, as a request to be told what he should do.

While the two of them did not know how to handle the documents, Ian set about to sort them, and he had a skill for it that Faramir admired. He scanned the documents with keen eyes. Making it much easier for Faramir to deal with them.

Carl was able to nose out any facts, figures or paragraphs that Faramir might need from the books. There was no fear of revealing state secrets to someone who did not know the state. Ian was silent at first, careful, and Carl a bit shy, but as they worked they also grew to talk and to learn things about each other, even joking with each other as long time friends.

"This is not a state document." Ian said as he held up a parchment. "It's something else entirely."

"What is it?" Faramir asked looking up.

"Latin." Ian frowned. "Donec eris felix, multos numerabis amicos."

"As long as you are happy, you shall count many friends." Faramir translated with a smile and Carl nodded in agreement. "Very true."

They finished and Faramir took a fond farewell of both of them, praying that he would see Ian soon again as well as Carl. The two of them were very special.

Aragorn glared at the door to his study, to think that getting honey cakes should be such and impossible task.

What was the meaning of being a King then?

The cooks did not make any this day, and so the King had been all over Minas Tirith, trying every bakery until he finally found one that had some.

He felt bad for having left Faramir on his own for so long, on the other hand he had been commanded not to return until he had the cakes. So he pushed the door open.

It was near that he dropped he platter with the cakes.

His desk was nearly cleared from papers, and what was there was in neat piles. It was unbelievable.

Faramir looked up and eyed the cakes with a hungry grin.

"How did you do this?" Aragorn asked in disbelief.

"I shall not reveal my secrets, and most definitely not until I have gotten my cakes." Faramir grinned. So Aragorn relented and set he plate before him. He thought Faramir said something about having had help, but as his mouth was full of honey cakes it was really hard to tell, and he also thought he heard something about Boromir.

He shook his head and decided that having gone so long without the cakes must have affected him.

I shall have to make a temporary ending here as I need to put a guard on my honey cake supply. Ian and Carl seems intent of raiding my pantry as not to miss out, so until after the temporality, take care all of you.

Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

Seems like a good idea to padlock my pantry aswell... I don't want my small supply of cookies get eaten by any other than me.

Well, nothing to do here but doing some more betaing...

Ta!

Earendil Eldar: He he, you know our updating routine almost better than we do. I would also advice you to keep an eye out, for we have something planned seeing as how we have come to an anniversary, you would not want to miss it, would you? Papers can be evil, now computers can be tricky as well, but at least they don't give you paper cuts. Still, at times I prefer pen and paper, but then I want to use my quill, real feather quill, very nice.

Silver Sniper: Yes, this was chapter fifty, and now I don't know how to stop this. I am not sure if I could bear it if it made someone disappointed, I would feel to evil. About as evil as the paper work. If they did burn it, I think the smoke would be hanging around to take revenge, never leaving their study's and such things.

Steelelf: Evil papers, best stay away from them. Oh, you got a hug-yourself-jacket, they are so nice. Not to mention the cozy soft-rooms they have at the nice hotel. I've been there a few times over those chapters, for some reason the men in those nice white coats think I need a rest there whenever they read my chapters.

Lindahoyland: Aragorn and Faramir can be so playful with each other when they get the chance. Faramir dragging Aragorn away, and sending him away on errands, it is really such c beautiful image of those two. Also, I love your tale, it is as wonderful as all of yours has been, and it is no less a delight to read your reviews. They make me feel as if I have finally done something right.

Lady Elbereth Tealrose: Aye, the next quest to mount doom will be to throw the paper work in, and Aragorn's desk will be there trying to stop them every step on the way……

Lalalalalala: We have always strove to make this funny, but I fear some chapters turned out better than others, also the beta had not yet then so there are more mistakes. I am very glad that you like it overall thought.

Saerwen: Well, when you do get this far, I hope that you enjoyed it, ah my poor Padawan, how evil I am and write so much you cant keep up. Love to have you reading anyway.

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.