The Archer and the Ringkeeper
"Legolas. Legolas. Leeeegooolaaaas. LEGOLAS!" Frodo tugged insistently at the elve's tunic.
"What?" He replied arrogantly.
"Your arrows are on the ground. They fell out about two minutes ago."
"What the... How did they fall out?"
"Well, I was bored, so I chewed a hole in your bag."
"What? Why?"
"I was bored. I already told you that."
Legolas mutterd several curses in Elvish. "Well, you can go pick them up then, because of your strange fetish for nibbling luggage."
"I already have." Frodo handed the arrows back to Legolas. "But I don't know where the food that was in your bag went." He burped conspicuously.
"You little... You ate my Elven bread!"
"No I didn't, Gimli did!"
"Oh really, so Gimli somehow managed to eat my food when he's been in front of me the entire time?"
"I know, it surprised me too!"
Legolas fumed. "Why are you so annoying?"
"For the third time, BECAUSE I'M BORED! Sheesh, you need to work on your listening skills."
Legolas lunged for the Hobbit, and Frodo ducked. He tried to wrestle him to the ground, but Frodo was fast.
"Would you two stop mucking about back there?" Shouted Gimli.
"Yeah, we've got a lot of ground to cover. We havn't time for your games Legolas." Aragorn put in.
"WHAT?"
Frodo giggled.
"Oh *curse* you, *curse* this, *curse* this *curse-ing* *curse!* I'm going *curse-ing* home!"
And with that, he stormed off into the forest.