Aragorn found them more irritating than the incessantly weeping hobbits. Who crawls out of the Mines of Moria looking that tidy?
“Dash, it Jeevomir! The purple leggings are warmer.”
“Not with the green tunic for deflecting orc attacks, Bertolas.”
A party of orcs mercifully interrupted the bickering. Jeevomir decapitated fifteen with a concise sweep of his broadsword while Bertolas tried to untangle himself from a bowstring. After the ensuing melee, the rest of the Fellowship squirmed in embarrassment while Jeevomir and Bertolas mended their differences. Gandalf shrugged. “At least they distracted the Balrog long enough for me to kill it.”