Disclaimer: Aragorn and Legolas are the products of J.R.R. Tolkien's mind. I do not claim them. The plotline, however, is mine.

I realize that my portrayal of the characters in this story is not very accurate. I was just having fun, and the personalities had to change accordingly. And now, Enjoy.

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Aragorn awoke to the sound of a scream ringing out from behind him. It came from Legolas' room. Warily, Aragorn climbed out of bed. He stared at himself in the mirror, taking in his rumpled long-johns, unshaven face, and mussed hair. Sighing, he walked to his door and opened it. Sun filtered in and he shielded his eyes. The sun always rose early in Rivendell and today was no exception. A few minutes past sunrise and already as bright as day.

"Practically the middle of the night." Aragorn grumbled.

A flash of green and blonde flew at him and propelled him against the wall.

"Holy-!" Aragorn paused. "Oh. It's you." He brushed himself off a bit, and holding Legolas at arm's length, moved him to the side. "What's the idea? Screaming like that…"

Legolas fought to catch his breath. Finally he squeaked, "Chipmunk."

"Excuse me?"

"Here. Come. Follow. See." Legolas grabbed Aragorn's arm and dragged him out into the dazzling sun and back into his room. Once there, he pointed a shaking finger at his bed. Aragorn raised an eyebrow.

"Yes? Why have you brought me here?"

"It is there."

"Come now, we all have strange fantasies, but-"

"No, no. Here, let me explain." Legolas composed himself. "I woke up feeling nice and refreshed from my sleep. Then I decided I would watch the sunrise. They always have such nice sunrises here."

Aragorn's eyes glossed over.

Legolas continued. "I opened the door and took a nice long breath of fresh air. Then I saw it. There was a cute little chipmunk sitting on the railing. But it turned and stared at me. It had a strange glint in its eye. A moment later it jumped down and raced into my room!"

"Your room."

"Yes."

"This room."

"Yes. It went into my bed!" Legolas shuddered.

"That bed." Aragorn pointed at it.

"Yes."

"So you screamed."

"Yes."

"Well, I don't see what the problem is. Why don't you just talk to it?"

Legolas blinked. "Talk…to…it…."

"Precisely."

"What exactly do you mean?"

Aragorn sighed. "You're an elf. You live in the forest. You talk to little woodland creatures, right?"

Legolas was shocked. "I resent that!"

"What?"

"Elves do not talk to animals. You're thinking of nymphs."

"Nymphs? Well, aren't you related?"

Legolas' jaw dropped open. "That has to be the rudest thing anyone has ever said to me!"

Aragorn's eyes squinched. "So you're not-"

"No! We are not related to nymphs!" Legolas tossed his golden locks. "Get out! Right this minute! I'll deal with the blasted chipmunk myself!"

And with that, he pushed Aragorn out the door and slammed it shut. Aragorn shrugged and went back to bed.