For Rachel: Aragorn and Boromir, in somewhat less adversarial mode than might be expected.
Boromir sighed. All around him, branches creaked in the breeze, but though restless, he found himself reluctant to move. 'Twas perhaps the thought of the long drop from the flet...
Several sighs later, he's answered: "And they think Dwarves breathe loudly!"
Startled, Boromir said, "I thought you slept."
"No," Aragorn replied.
"Worrying over our welcome here?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice.
A sigh. "I'm worrying about the ledge just yonder."
"Well," said Boromir after a moment, "we've somewhat in common!"
A wry chuckle greeted this conclusion, and Aragorn replied, "Indeed we do."