The Elf watched curiously, as Aragorn poked his bedroll with a stick then flipped back the blankets cautiously.
He’d been acting strangely since an unfortunate slip of the tongue, had placed him and the Ringbearer at odds. Piqued, the dark Hobbit had vowed to get even and his companions each warned of Frodo’s penchant for pranks.
Best watch yerself Mister Strider.
Bedding checked Aragorn grinned sheepishly.
Raising a sculpted eyebrow, the Elf watched as the man tucked his pack safely behind him and reclined.
Across the fire Legolas met the Ringbearer’s sparkling eyes, and smiled in understanding.
Sweet revenge.