All you remember was leaving Legolas in the hands of Gimli while you had to tend to some business of your own. 'It will be fine," you told yourself, "what could go wrong?"

You came back to find Legolas and Gimli on opposite sides of the table, Gimli passed out and Legolas observing his hand curiously. Pints and empty mugs hiding the surface of the table. "I feel something," he told you. "A slight tingle in my fingers.. I think it's affecting me..." Great, Gimli got Legolas drinking.