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

One Year, we have now kept this up for one year. This is the anniversary chapter, and thus we have a special treat planned. What that is, you'll find out at the bottom.

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.

Out Of Pure Insanity

IMPORTANT, please read at the end of this chapter for more information about this anniversary chapter. Now please enjoy the chapter….

There are a few things that they say no man can resist, puppy eyes for one thing. Those big eyes of a small puppy that is begging for a morsel or a cuddle.

How do you deny them?

How do you deny two Hobbits that are standing there in the door with big eyes and a sweet smile, not to mention trays of hot tea and honey cakes.

If he had been able to resist them, that resistance died as it caught a whiff of those cakes.

Aragorn laughed cheerfully, it appeared that it was time for the afternoon brake, for it would be right impossible to make Faramir concentrate until those cakes were all devoured.

Not that he minded, the dust from the papers and the books made his throat dry, and he would love for a little of that tea.

Grinning he waved the hobbits over.

They took refuge at the couch in the corner of the study, as there was a table there, and as it made better seats for the much shorter Hobbits. That was one thing they had never complained about as far as Aragorn knew, they seemed to think that man-sized plates and serving trays were the best thing yet.

Ah but those beings were so special, so small, and they looked so fragile, and yet they could be so strong.

Pippin had dumped his tray on the table, lifting it up and pushing it in with rattling cups, then he had skipped over to Faramir, who was just finishing up a line, and dragged him over before he could even drop the quill.

Again Aragorn thought that Pippin displayed some of the same protectiveness Boromir had shown towards him and his cousin towards Faramir. Boromir had loved all his little ones, and now those little ones took care of each other.

Aragorn poured the tea since he could reach better and handed out the cups. The two Hobbits sitting on the edge of the couch, one close to each of the men. So that they could make them pass the cakes all the easier.

It was how an afternoon should be passed, Aragorn reflected. When left to themselves he and Faramir never got around to this. Afternoon tea then was a cup at your desk.

They could stand to learn a lot from the Hobbits.

"Have you looked through all that stuff that we brought for you?" Pippin asked. Making use of Faramir as support while he reached for the cakes. He wanted to distract the bigger man while yet there was one or two honey cakes left on the platter.

"Aye, I have looked through most of it." Faramir smiled at him, knowing what the little one was doing, and straining himself not to reach out for one more cake just yet. "At least briefly."

"Is there anything funny in it?" Merry wanted to know, more genuinely interested.

"Aye, a lot." Faramir smiled.

"Have you found anything you did not know yet?" Pippin asked mouth full. He wanted to know if there was a language Faramir did not know.

"Not so far, but I have a few books left." Faramir smiled.

"Are they here?" Pippin wanted to know. "If they are, why don't you check."

Taking one of the last cakes Faramir rose and collected a few books from the desk. He flipped through the pages briefly.

"Well?" Merry asked.

"I know all of them." Faramir told him. "Here is one in Swedish though, I have not encountered much of that."

"What does it say?" Pippin was practically bouncing with excitement.

"Hmm, I'll see." Faramir opened the cover. "It is called The Language Tales." He informed the others as he skimmed through the page. "It is written in Swedish, and seems to concern many other languages."

"It should really interest you then." Aragorn grinned.

"This is odd." Faramir shook his head. "It says something about having kept it up for a year, and one chapter every week."

"Who would do that?" Pippin asked confused. "It sounds really crazy." He was able to snag one more cake before Faramir took the last one.

"I don't know." Faramir shook his head in bewilderment. "It says something here about Elenhin and Celebrion here, I guess that it is them that has written it. Though I can't be sure, and whoever they were, they were clearly insane to come up with this." He shook his head again. "Clearly insane, rambling about a coconut for one thing."

"Never mind it for now then." Aragorn advised. "I would think that if they are insane they have been taken into care now, and I would much rather enjoy this time than worry about it."

"Aye, a very sound reasoning." Faramir eyed the empty plate on the table. "Do you suppose we could find some more honey cakes?"

This was the end of the anniversary chapter, and we here put a temporary ending to it to go and secure all things with honey and cakes combined, or none shall remain. I hope you all enjoyed it, and yes, Celebrion and I are temporarily insane.

Pronounciation Guide by Celebrion:

Temporarily insane? Temporarily! My insanity is perfectly stable, I assure you.

I cannot speak for yours though...

Anyway, here we are again... This week exatly a year was the first chapter posted here on compared to what is written this week that first chap seemed very crude. I hope that you think we've made progress too, we LOVE your reviews and to our readers we have a little something, but I'll let Elenhin take that bit.

Hope you stay with us, we'll be here 'til Mount Doom erupts in flows of mayonaise! (Which DO come in tubes here in Sweden, although we have it in jars too...)

Tata! Next week we'll have an ordinary chapter ready for your leisure.

Okay, this was chapter 52, and this means we have been doing this for exactly one year. To celebrate this I have made six special wallpapers for you, our loyal readers. You can each have one of them, and the names as well as the characters are listed here below. Chose the one you want, and send a mail with the name of it, to the adress written on my bio page. I am sorry that I could not put it here, but apparently does not suport mail adresses in the posts. So please go to my bio page, and you have the adress there. I hope that you shall think them worth the extra click.

The choices are:

The Kingdom of Dust - Faramir and Carl in the Kingdom of Dust

The Not Yet Requested Copy – Faramir and Eowyn

Reminds Me Of Someone I Have Never Met – Faramir, Carl and Sharpe

Boromir? – Faramir, Boromir and Ian

A King For A Soldier – Faramir, Aragorn and Sharpe

A King Made Fool – Faramir and Eomer

Another important note is that we now have to change from weekly updates to more irregularly ones. I am very sorry about that, but trying to always have something on the same date has been to stress full. So now the updates will be whenever I have something, it may be more often and less often, and I am sorry about it.

That was everything, and I hope that you have all enjoyed it, take care now, and happy anniversary.

Lindahoyland: Faramir does seem to like honey, do try to lure him to you. Ah, you are right, I loved that connection to the web of thorns, poor Faramir, the web he is caught in sport deadlier things than thorns. Also, I loved Tristan and Isolde, I want to read it again, but I can not find a copy of it. And after every chapter I post, I look forward to reading your reviews. They are a true delight.

Lady Elbereth Tealrose: Anniversary El, one year, one bloody year. Not bad eh. And I have not stopped yet.

Earendil Eldar: There seem to be no way to keep the good Lord Demeni away, does it. Ah, honey, actually I can not eat much myself because it is to sweet, but I love to use beeswax candles when I'm writing. Hmm, I'm just gonna have to figure out something for you where you have to use that quill. Maybe I should demand a letter, or a report on the Steelers progress or something from you. I hope they took a big win to make up for it. You have my sympathy for being busy, I am certain there is a mail from you I have not yet been able to reply to, had a bad week. I am however getting around to checking out the mailbox for any such mails, and you should have one from me really soon, with a few more backgrounds.

Steelelf: We have mayonnaise in many forms. I also might add that my scouts long since decided I should take up permanent residence in the soft rooms, they seem to think I fit there. Also, I find French interesting, but a bit to complicated, but it is rather good for making jokes of, so maybe it evens out. I think you would agree with Sharpe then, when he was asking if the spoke 'bloody Frog.' Thought I think the French might take offence from that, seeing as how he was actually trying to insult them.

Silver Sniper: And once again, we are very grateful that you think this good enough for reading, and could not care less if you are late. Though I feel sorry for you, that sounded like a real bother. As always, I can no more express my gratitude for those kind words, than you say you can find words. We are really grateful thought, it is a pleasure to write when I know you will be 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.