These just seem to be getting longer and longer...
"LEGOLAS!" Aragorn was storming through the encampment. He was so angry he had forgotten to put on a shirt, which wasn't that bad, actually, considering his well-definied abs. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Eowyn faint into a dead swoon and smirked slightly. It was so damn good to be as ruggedly handsome as he was. Which reminded him of why he was angry.
"LEGOLAS YOU DAMN PRETTY BOY ELF!" he shouted.
Aragorn finally found his elf friend in the woods communing with trees.
"What the heck are you doing?" he asked
Legolas shushed him, "I'm speaking to this poor tree. It's-"
"Yeah, yeah, enough about the tree." Aragorn interrupted tersely. "I want to know what you did with my special hair soap."
Legolas cocked his his in a puzzled manner that was entirely too attractive. Aragorn told himself to practice that move in the mirror.
"What soap?"
"Don't pretend you don't know." shouted Aragorn. "I know you took it!"
"Took... your soap?" Legolas shook his head. "I wouldn't. I hardly need it." he ran a hand through his fall of golden hair and Aragorn supressed a twinge of jealousy, which he convinced himself he didn't feel.
He LIKED his own hair. Locks of silky brown hair was way more attractive than girly, long, blonde hair.
"I know you took it." he accused Legolas, "And I need it back. If I wash my hair with normal soap then my hair will get all coarse. But if I don't wash my hair, in a few days it'll get all oily. So I need my soap." whined Aragorn.
Legolas glared at him. "I told you I didn't take it!"
"Then who did?"
"I don't know." Legolas paused, "Did you ask Gimli?"
"Gimli? Why, his hair is so coarse that..." Aragorn paled, "Oh my gods! He needs it! Of course he'll take it! And HIS hair will need the entire bottle!" Aragorn rushed off. "GIMLIIIIIIIIIII!"
Legolas grinned after Aragon for a few seconds before he turned back to the tree. He reached around it and brought out a big, jade green bottle. "Finally, I'll be able to condition properly."