With the airy words still ringing in his ears, Boromir paused for a moment. He watched the elf speed off without so much as a stumble on the treacherous snow.
The damp cold began to seep in through his clothes, so, with a grunt, he resumed his work. Shouldering the heavy mass of white aside, he tried to ignore it trickling icily down his neck. The elf would probably have reached the bottom of the mountain by now.
"Find the sun," he muttered sullenly, "he should check his shining nether region."
Behind, Aragorn shook his head with a rueful smile.
Thanks to all my slippery lizard friends who put in and took out comma's where necessary!