(Middle Earth, Legolas/Gimli)
As the sun rose and their fire turned to embers, the three hunters knew they needed to move on. Resting for even as long as this had been a luxury. But Aragorn and Gimli had been exhausted and Legolas was in no fit state to ride all night either.
“ihhh-ihhhh-IhHichhhh!” Legolas dabbed a handkerchief at his nose as he reluctantly left the bedroll he shared with Gimli. He sat up, looking weak and a little dizzy.
“Will you be able to ride?” Aragorn asked, concerned.
“He’ll be fine,” Gimli grunted, stroking Legolas’ head. “Aye, I’ll hold him steady on Arod.”