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 is a request chapter fro Fred, and we have been using the ideas he were kind enough to give us.

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.

May it Bee a Beast

"My lord, there is a man seeking entrance into the citadel."

Aragorn and Faramir looked up at the Lord Demeni, he stood before them and looked flushed and even outraged. Well, it was the good Lord Demeni after all and he was a believer of a sturdy meal, or more if it could be managed.

In the same sense he was not overly fond of exercise, though he could not be called fat, no matter how you stretched the imagination.

It was however an odd thing to say, there were guards at the gates, but it was a more than rare thing that anyone would be denied entry.

"There should be nothing wrong with that." Aragorn said thoughtfully. "Is there something not right since you bring this to my attention?"

He had to admit that he was always a bit weary when the Lord Demeni was involved in anything, the Lord always acted with the best intentions, but the results were not always to match.

He had a tendency to say things that he did not really mean, when he meant to say something else entirely. It could be most amusing, but it could also be quite a problem at times.

"He says that he has brought a beast with him, and he intends to unleash it on the city." Lord Demeni blurted out.

"What kind of beast?" Faramir asked. What kind of beasts was it that could be controlled by men? Not all that many that he knew of.

"I know not, he has a covered wagon with him. My Liege, he must not be allowed to turn his foul beast lose on our beautiful city." Demeni pleaded with the King.

"Come Faramir, it is best that we ascertain what is occurring here." Aragorn decided.

"Aye, but sir, it may be dangerous." Demeni cried as he rushed after them. The two men was walking quickly, heading towards the lower circles.

"Ah, but I think that two Rangers should be able to handle themselves." Faramir smirked at the Lords worry. He just was not used to face down a foe, but he meant well surely enough.

Aragorn agreed, they both wore swords, they should be able to handle whatever was waiting down at the gates, especially since there were several guards there as well.

All the way down through the circles the Lord Demeni was rushing after them.

Then they came towards the main gate, and there was some sort of confusion there. An old bearded man with a very odd cap was standing beside a wagon and waving his arms widely as he argued with the guards. Shooting something at them, while they were commanding him back.

Faramir sniffed in the air, taking in all the sweet scents of summer.

"What is the trouble?" Aragorn asked. It was only a small wagon, what kind of monster could be hidden away there?

The man shouted something in a strange tongue, he sounded rather angry and Aragorn could barely make out a few words, what he thought was a few words, anyway.

"Hear my Lord, he has a beast there, one that will tear down this city." Demeni cried.

"Faramir, do you understand what he says?" Aragorn asked. A Balrog could tear down the city, stone by stone, but one of those would never fit inside the wagon. Not even a cave troll would fit inside the wagon.

An Uruk-hai could most likely be squeezed in, but it would be a tight fit.

"Aye, I think that I do my Lord." Faramir was smirking. He asked some questions to the man, in the same strange tongue, and Aragorn just shook his head. The two of them were answering and asking questions at a rapid pace for a short time. Then Faramir turned to Aragorn with a smile.

"It would seem that he was not talking about a 'beast' my Lord, but mainly some 'bees.' Nor did he have any desires to tear down our city, but mainly to enter and see if he could sell some honey. He is a beekeeper from a far way off and travels selling honey, he speaks French, and is not so good at our tongue it would seem. Hence he was misinterpreted."

"So there is no cause for alarm then?" Aragorn asked.

"Nay Sire, none at all, he merely wants to sell his wares." Faramir assured him, then he paused. "Sire, may we purchase some you think?"

I think it is time for an temporary ending here, since it shall now be impossible to make Faramir do anything before he has gotten some quality time with the honey. So take care all of you now and we shall see each other in a temporality.

Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

Bad, BAD mental image! Begone foul beast! fights off mental image with a tube of mayonaise

cough Where were we? Oh, French, right... Wait.. No French? No French.

As 'No French.' equals 'Nothing to do for me.' I'll see you all next week.

Which by the way is our 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY! Woot! Look out for something special!

Ta!

Lady Elbereth Tealrose: I spent about fourteen years in school, I have a pretty good idea what the papers look like, especially since I was always on the edge of the system and always had to fill up papers to be allowed to stay where I were. We thought that Ian and Carl would be good enough on it to help Faramir. It seemed as if it was appreciated.

Silver Sniper: Monday, I'll have you know it was at least one minute past midnight….. Well, when I know Thursday will be busy, I try to get it up late Monday instead. As for keeping it up, well, we try, but as of after next chapter, our posting schedule will be slightly different. We'll explain it in the next chapter.

Earendil Eldar: Again, it was at least a minute or two past midnight, as it will be too this time now. Seeing as how it is 23:51 now, and it will be at least ten minutes before I have it up. You have a quill and don't use it, that's almost evil. I type more than I write, but I like to keep a notepad around for when I want to sketch out an idea. I find it easier to just sketch something out that way. As for the rest, Go Steelers!

Lindahoyland: Ah, yes, Faramir sending of Aragorn had me laughing as the idea popped into my head, and I just had to type it out. I don't know, but maybe if you make some honey cakes, Faramir shall come and help you with your desk. Ah, thank you, yes, I love it just as much every time the title is woven into the web of your words, how it turns out when you do it, and do you mean I am actually helpful? Wow, I was afraid I was more bothersome at times. But you and our dear Earendil Eldar are what I look to when I think about what kind of writer I want to be, the two of you are very good.

Steelelf: Aye, they are very nice those men, I kind of like this hotel. Who needs hotels with soft beds, when you can get whole soft rooms? I particularly like those jackets, cant feel unwanted when you go around hugging yourself the whole time. Well, we think that Ian may want to come back, what he will do then is anybody's guess.

Lirenel: It is a bit to read, aye. We have as noted come to the conclusion that with the next chapter we have been doing this for a year, and we will have an anniversary surprise then, so keep an eye out. It means a lot to know that you enjoy this, and I love the Sharpe books as well, I am thrilled that they are making a new movie of them. They are awesome, another writer I admire, and just recently I think we were able to make Lindahoyland enjoy their marvel as well.

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.