#11 Breaking The Habit
"What have you done with it?" The grim faced young ranger shouted as he turned his pack upside down, emptying the contents willy nilly onto the mossy ground.
"I swear, if you do not give it back you prissy princeling…"
Legolas grinned and jumped out of the way as a tinderbox came flying towards his head.
"Now Estel." He chuckled annoyingly. "I am sure I do not know what you mean."
"Don't know, indeed." Aragorn growled. "There are only two of us out here, elf, and I know I packed it."
He threw the, now empty, backpack on the ground in disgust.
"So, why is it not here?"
He stalked towards Legolas, who was trying, unconvincingly to maintain a guilt free air.
"And don't try that innocent, wide eyed look on me, it won't work."
There was a muffled squawk as the young man made a lunge towards the elf only to find himself suddenly lying on his back with said elf seated elegantly on his middle, effectively pinning him down for all his slight appearance.
"Now, Ranger." Legolas spoke as calmly as if they were merely passing the time of day. "If, I knew what you were talking about, I would suggest that if it were lost it would be all to the good." He leaned down and sniffed loudly. "It is a nasty, smelly habit that I am sure Master Elrond would not approve of, nor indeed your brothers, and I do not understand what benefit you think it can possibly have." He raised a quizzical eyebrow and stared down at the supine ranger.
"It is not a habit!" Aragorn retorted swiftly. "It helps narrow my focus and aids thought, that is all."
"Ah," Legolas grinned ferally. "So it is not something you need, merely something that you find occasionally useful."
"Well, yes, I suppose you could say that." The young man agreed slowly, wondering what trap he was about to fall into.
"In that case, there is no need for you to get yourself worked up because it appears you have mislaid it. Is there?"
The elf regained his feet in one fluid motion, springing up and out of the way as Aragorn lay spluttering for words.
"I assume we may continue on our journey now that little matter has been settled." He lilted, suspiciously bright of tone. "After you have re packed your belongings, of course." His nose wrinkled as he inhaled deeply.
"And so much pleasanter it will be without those noxious fumes too."
Not sure if this exactly fits the prompt but it's just what came to mind. :)
