A fic done in honor of Viggo Mortenson being chosen as number ten on VH1's 100 Hottest Hotties.
"I am so ruggedly handsome." Aragorn admired himself in a pool of water.
"You're covered in mud."
Aragorn shot Gimli an annoyed look from under his incredibly long eyelashes. "It's a new exfoliating method I'm trying." he snapped.
"Riight." the dward replied.
"Jealous." murmured Aragorn smugly. "You're practically green with it."
"That would be the moss stuck in my beard you blind, conceited fool." Gimli snapped. "Can we get a move on? We need to get those Hobbits."
"Are you saying those Hobbits are more important to you than my astonishing good looks!" asked an outraged Aragorn.
I'm not even going to grace that question with a reply, thought Gimli, I really am not.
"What is taking you two so long?" called an annoyed Legolas, who was running up ahead.
Aragorn looked away from his reflection in the water long enough to shoot an annoyed look at the lithe elf.
"I am so much prettier than he is." Aragorn muttered. "Can't even stand to be near me, poor thing."
"Aragorn's bloated head is slowing him down." Gimli shouted to Legolas.
"Again?" Legolas turned around wearily. "That's the fourth time in half in hour."