The elf watched his friend struggle, sliding down the ice covered riverbank, frozen in the mist. Unsure footing made for a treacherous journey, and Aragorn spent more time on his backside than his feet, a fact that lent itself to quiet elven titters.
“But I’m laughing with you, mellon-nin. Not at you.” Legolas slid playfully across the frozen river, teasing the man with his sure footedness
“I’m not laughing.”
Legolas turning sharply on the ice… too sharply, for even his nimble feet. Down he tumbled in an unelflike flailing of limbs.
“Okay, now I’m laughing.”