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Legolas groaned and threw down his pen. How he missed the days when you didn't have to pay morgage on your home. Being in Middle-earth during the Third Age was so much better than being in Chicago in 2002. And he would prefer Orcs over the IRS any day. You can always kill Orcs. It's frowned upon if you kill an IRS guy. Boromir learned that the hard way.
The phone rang and Legolas groaned. He answered it and was soon pissed instead of annoyed. He grabbed his leather jacket and stormed out of the house.
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When Aragorn came home from college that day, he was suprised that Legolas wasn't home. He had just started college and wondered why he hadn't joined when Legolas did. Ever since the Valar granted immortality to the Fellowship, he had been slacking off. Now he wondered why he hadn't started earlier. Beer, Babes and Parties were just what he wanted.
He jumped when the front door swang open. Legolas dragged a drunk Gandalf through the door.
Aragorn just glanced and knew exactly what happened. "Was he at the strip club again?"
"Yup."
"And he got drunk again?"
"Yup."
"And he-"
"Oh, yeah."
"DId the club ban him yet?"
"Nope, he's a good customer, except when he drinks too much. Then he kinda get up on stage and....yeah."
Aragorn looked at the drunken Gandalf. They really needed to break him of that habit.
Legolas grabbed his forehead and groaned. "Aragorn, can you watch Gandalf? I have a headache."
Aragorn shrugged. "Sure."
Gandalf looked drunkenly up at Legolas. "Can i go back to my girls?"
"NO!"
Legolas threw up his hands in frustration and went to his room, grabbing a bunch of Motrin on the way.
Legolas groaned and threw down his pen. How he missed the days when you didn't have to pay morgage on your home. Being in Middle-earth during the Third Age was so much better than being in Chicago in 2002. And he would prefer Orcs over the IRS any day. You can always kill Orcs. It's frowned upon if you kill an IRS guy. Boromir learned that the hard way.
The phone rang and Legolas groaned. He answered it and was soon pissed instead of annoyed. He grabbed his leather jacket and stormed out of the house.
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When Aragorn came home from college that day, he was suprised that Legolas wasn't home. He had just started college and wondered why he hadn't joined when Legolas did. Ever since the Valar granted immortality to the Fellowship, he had been slacking off. Now he wondered why he hadn't started earlier. Beer, Babes and Parties were just what he wanted.
He jumped when the front door swang open. Legolas dragged a drunk Gandalf through the door.
Aragorn just glanced and knew exactly what happened. "Was he at the strip club again?"
"Yup."
"And he got drunk again?"
"Yup."
"And he-"
"Oh, yeah."
"DId the club ban him yet?"
"Nope, he's a good customer, except when he drinks too much. Then he kinda get up on stage and....yeah."
Aragorn looked at the drunken Gandalf. They really needed to break him of that habit.
Legolas grabbed his forehead and groaned. "Aragorn, can you watch Gandalf? I have a headache."
Aragorn shrugged. "Sure."
Gandalf looked drunkenly up at Legolas. "Can i go back to my girls?"
"NO!"
Legolas threw up his hands in frustration and went to his room, grabbing a bunch of Motrin on the way.