Aragorn offered to let Eowyn and Arwen ride the group's only horse (Eowyn's) to Rivendell, to which Eowyn replied sharply, "I kill orcs and hunt and stand guard and yet you still consider me a lady?"
Aragorn laughed and said admittedly, "It is true, Lad-" He stopped himself just in time to escape Eowyn's ferocious glare.
"-Eowyn, you are one of the most skilled hands to guide a horse's reins or hold a warrior's bow." Eowyn blushed and ducked her head behind Legolas, who playfully leaned forward to expose Eowyn and her blushing cheeks.
Suddenly Aragorn, who was riding the horse at the moment, dropped off the horse and onto the ground below, moaning. Lying face down, Arwen could see nothing wrong with him, but evil magic was abundant in many ways including stealth. She rolled him over, a feat she accomplished rather easily noting his size and weight compared to hers. Aragorn was laughing at her. She gasped and tried to restrain from hitting him.
"Aragorn! You almost had me there!" Aragorn's eyes twinkled. Arwen scowled. "I'll get you back," she warned, while Aragorn was still chuckling.
"Aragorn never told me he like practical jokes," commented Eowyn.
"Well, la- I'm sorry, Eowyn," Legolas shook his head, deftly avoiding a possible blow to the shoulder. "When you met Aragorn, the circumstances were quite different than they are now. For example, two humans and two Elves were not trying to crowd themselves onto a beauty of a horse like yours."
Aragorn drew Eowyn aside. "You needn't be worrying about me playing practical jokes. If we're not on the warpath, they're a given. Just wait til we stop for the night and Legolas sees his saddle."
"His saddle?" Eowyn repeated, craning her neck to see.
"You can't see it just yet, but you will soon enough." With that puzzling comment, Aragorn sped up to join Arwen.
As it grew dark and the moon hung low in the sky, they decided to set up camp for the night. Aragorn lit a fire in the middle of a ring of sturdy rocks and its flames cast dancing shadows everywhere, including the seat of Legolas's breeches.
"Is the fire doing that to my mere mortal eyes, or-" Eowyn began, but Arwen clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Let him find out for himself," Arwen smiled. Legolas walked beside them and attempted to sit down, but something was blocking his way. A small swarm of moths were gathering around the back of Legolas's pants.
"That's odd," frowned Legolas. "Moths are only attracted to light, and there certainly isn't..." Legolas's words grew hesitant as his eyes slid to his three companions, looking wide-eyed up at him. None made a sound. Arwen and Eowyn were actually quite skilled at keeping their faces blank and emotionless. Perhaps a little too skilled. Legolas shot a questioning look at the two women, and suddenly they burst into random talk.
"So you take a few spoonfuls of oak root extract and let it seep into your hair, making it shiny but..."
"I may be tired and weary from the long road, but I do know when something is amiss." Not daring to wait any longer, Legolas sprinted to the nearby pond. Not expecting to see any reflections in the dark ripples of water, Legolas was shocked to see what looked like letters on the back of his pants.
"L...E...G...G...Y...L...O...C...K...S," Legolas read aloud. The letters were quite clear, only they were backwards in the reflection. "Okay," he stomped back to where the others were sitting. "Explain this, please." He looked sternly at Aragorn.
"I admit, it was I who painted your breeches. But on exactly what 'Leggy Locks' means, someone else knows better than me," Aragorn smiled, motioning to Eowyn.
"When I was a young girl, I heard tales and songs about the great archer prince Legolas. I misinterpreted his name, but this fit the song well."
"Song? What song?" asked Arwen mischievously.
"Oh, just one I made up. It's quite horrible actually. I was but six years old at the time."
"At least tell us what it was called," Aragorn said.
"Leggy Locks," blushed Eowyn.
"So that was what you were saying in your sleep," said Aragorn even more mischievously than Arwen. Eowyn paled.
"You are correct, Eowyn. I did overhear another revealing thought of yours. I will not say it aloud, but only because it is obvious already." Eowyn let out a slow sight of relief. It wouldn't do any good for Legolas to hear what, or rather, who, she was dreaming about.