"Aragorn."
The Dúnadan closed his eyes. The ride had been long and bitter, his legs were cramped and they were still miles from the Golden Halls of Edoras. So he ignored the Elf. Legolas did not like this.
"Aragorn."
After several repetitions Aragorn summoned up the strength to look towards him.
"I have a father as well."
Aragorn blinked. "Yes, I think so."
Legolas was steadily growing more irate. "You said 'I'm Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Glóin, and Legolas, from the Woodland realm.' What about me! I am no bastard, Belain curse it!"
It was then Aragorn made one of the worst mistakes of his life. "What about you?"
It took the handle of Gimli's axe to break the two up, and they returned to their horses with many a word that would have made even a Corsair blush. Legolas looked perfect, as was his wont, not a blonde hair was out of place. Aragorn had a black eyes and several bruises that only increased his rugged handsomeness.
They refrained from getting in a fight until Aragorn, in one of those idiotic fits men have. It went something like this.
Thranduillion had announced, because he must needs state the obvious. (He said it was for the Dwarf) "Boia hun! Kele terain - dan karmerig?[And with good reason - three hundred, against ten thousand?]
Aragorn had sighed. "Sveria thar hun, armarn dan al Edoras(They have a better chance here than at Edoras.)
Legolas was getting angry. "Aragorn, nerin dagor, en urie otheri ... Nathadagathai! (Aragorn, they cannot win this battle ... they are all going to die!)
"Then I shall die as one of them!" snarled Aragorn.
Legolas rolled his eyes. "Ai Válar, you fool! There was a reason we were speaking in Elvish!"
Aragorn, however, paid him back in Gondor, making him look an idiot. Realizing that the Elf was not the brightest, he carefully crafted his words and said. "Not for ourselves. But we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves."
The Elf's face brightened visibly. "A diversion!"
Éomer looked horrified. Gimli choked on his pipe. Gandalf wore a longsuffering look, Aragorn was smug. "Well, I am hungry." announced Gimli after an awkward silence.
"Dinner!"
"Legolas…"