Faramir jumped back towards the kids "It talks! Wait. Where I come from trees talk. Nevermind! Hello, little thing!"

The Beaver indignantly replied, "I'm /not/ little, thank you very kindly!" As may be seen, Mr. Beaver isn't too impressed with Faramir.

Faramir apologized profusely.

The youngest of the three children asked where they were, a bit intimidated by Faramir and his weapons.

"I have already told you," replied Faramir with a small smile at the youngest. "You are in Gondor, but fear not, I do not harm children or beasts."

"That's good to know," Finn squeaked.

Then, with a sudden crash, two hobbits fell out of a tree.

And the whole Calormene army fell down after them.

Boromir came running after them, with his horn.

"This is getting quite extreme." Remarked the eldest child, while the younger girl gave a slight scream and said, "And I just wanted to go to Narnia!!!"

Then, Father Christmas drove up in his sleigh.

He gave Boromir an orc-proof jump-suit, and his very own imitation of the Precious. Faramir was happy with his bag of jelly beans, as he could hardly ever find them when he was out in the wild.

"WOW!" Shouted Boromir, as he put it on, "It's a tad small." He grunted.

Faramir happily ate his jelly beans, and the eldest child played with his new sword.

"Be careful, Peter! That's sharp!" Susan, the middle child, exclaimed.