Gimli looked up from his mug.
"I thought I heard you," the Dwarf said, his words slurred from all the ale he'd had.
"You're drunk," Legolas said, his tone giving away how he felt.
Gimli laughed. "No I'm not. I've just had a little ale. Not that it would matter if were."
"Sure, Gimli. You're not drunk. Like last night and every night since we arrived here," Legolas sighed. "I'm going to go check to see if there's anything I'm needed for. I'll see you in the morning when I bring you something for your hangover."
"I am not drunk!"