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[eliabrith]

What's the difference between an elephant and a greyhound?

About 50 yrs hard sandpapering.

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What is orange and sounds like a parrot?

A carrot.

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Life could be worse for you at the office. You could for example receive feedback like these comments, purported to be taken from actual employee evaluations:
*Works well under constant surpervision and when cornered like a rat in a trap.
*Sets low personal standards and consistanelt fails to acheove them.
*This employee is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot.

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thats all folks :P

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When Darkness Falls.
Part 2.

Aragorn groaned and buried his face under the pillow muttering oaths as bright morning light spilled into the room. He must have forgotten to close the shutters last night after Legolas and he left the Library. Speaking of his lover, there was a distinct lack of chuckling from the other side of the bed as usually accompanied his early morning grumblings. Lifting the pillow off his head slighty he peered out onto an empty bed. Frowning he sat up and looked about the room seeing no sign of Legolas or a explaination. In the 47 years they had been together it was rare for one to wake up alone and ever rarer for there to be no note left for the other. Unusual but perhaps not entirely surprising, it has been 40 years since Legolas heard seen or heard from his father and while his exile from Eryn Lasgalen had been his choice, Thranduil had never attemped a reconciliation or even contacted him.

Aragorn rolled out of bed, squinted at the sun and deciding he had a couple of hours before he needed to get ready for Breakfast headed into his dressing room for some clothes. Pulling on an old pair of leggings and shirt he used for excerising, he slipped out of his bedchamber to hunt for his lover, the main living room was empty. He checked the other rooms in his suite finding them as empty each other. He paused at the door to the last in the suite, it was offically the room for his personal guard, for Legolas, but Aragorn could the easliy count the number of times Legolas had actually stayed in it. Most of those had been the nights after Arwen had found out about their relationship.

Just after Arwen's pregnancy with Eldarion had been confirmed with the Healers and Midwife she had asked one of her handmaids why Aragorn no longer visited her. Legolas had always maintained Aragorn should tell Arwen the truth about them but Aragorn was certain Arwen had known since it seemed almost everyone in Middle Earth did, it had been quite the scandel when Legolas had been disowned by his father King Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen. Arwen had taken the news rather badly and after a few days of screaming abuse at everyone in sight, moved out of her suite in the Royal apartments and into a tower at the far end of the Palace where she still remained, it had been after Eldarions birth before the direct insults had stopped and another 4 years before Aragorn, Elrond and Galadreil had persauded her to have the twins. Legolas had remained in the small guards room until Arwen had moved away and a few nights afterwards. The room was empty as well.

Aragorn frowned, Legolas was nowhere in their suite and it was still too early for there to be much for him to do. He opened the main door to the corridor and peered about it, the only people in evidence where the Guards at the enterance to the Royal apartments. He slipped out closeing the heavy door silently and made for the small spiral staircase that lead directly to the quarters of the trusted servants that directly served the Royal family. From there he made his way down into the kitchens, glad that his infrequent contact with the lower staff and his old clothes allowed him to pass through the busy crowds bustling about the kitchens unnoticed.

He made it out through the trademans entrance and headed around the kitchen gardens and greenhouses to the formal walled gardens that lead to the wooded wilderness garden created by his mother Queen Gilraen in an area of the Palace grounds that had been untended for years in favour of the more formal ornamental gardens that the previous Queens had created. Aragorn paid these structures little attention as he passed through, heading instinctivly for the door that lead into the woodland garden.

He