[dragoneyes]

*Glorfindel picks up Frodo and puts him on Asfaloth*
Glorfy: *in Elvish* Right, Asfaloth, you go ride to the Rivendell and we'll follow you at an all too leisurely pace.
Asfaloth: You're lumbering me with him? Damnit!
Bill: Hey, at least you've got one ill, thin hobbit there instead of four hungry hobbits' supplies!
Asfaloth: Yeah, but I'm a pure Thoroughbred!
Bill: So?
Asfaloth: You're just a pack pony, not nearly as well bred as me!
Bill: If Sam wasn't standing between me and you, I'd charge at you.
Asfaloth: So what if Sam's standing in the way?
Bill: I'd probably trip over him.
Asfaloth: Hmmmm, must all be part of being a mongrel.
Bill: *mumbles something about being inbred*
*meanwhile Strider and Glorfy have been chatting about the weather in Elvish*
Pippin: What do you think they're saying?
Merry: Must be really important.
Strider: *Elvish* They say it's going to rain tomorrow.
Glorfy: *Elvish* Really? Darn, well there go my plans for a BBQ!
Sam: Hey! Have you decided on anything yet?
Strider: Hmmm? What? Oh, right, yeah we're sending Frodo off to Rivendell.
*Smacks Asfaloth who bolts off*
Sam: Those wraiths are out there!
*Strider and Glorfy look at each other*
Strider, Glorfy: Your point?
*the group walk slowly after Asfaloth*
Glorfy: *sniffs* You guys stink! Maybe Arwen had the right idea...