"Risk of Yesterday"
Author: Spark. Just... Spark.
Email: [email protected]

Rating: PG13, for mentions of tortue
(no Cassia thing going on here, I could never pull that off ~_^)
and some physical abuse.

Feedback: Very welcome! The bad
and the good please! One request, if your telling me
it sucks, please... tell me why!

Disclaimer: No, for those people
who have the strange idea that I am J.R.R.Tolkein
and own Lord of the Rings or anythign related,
I don't. Yup. Sad, but true

Summary: When Aragorn pesters Legolas into
letting him travel with him as he goes home he finds
himself seeing a part of
Legolas's life Legolas doesn't normally show...
his relationship with his father. When time is running out,
will Legolas risk himself for a man who never trully cared for him?

Notes: Like Cassia and Sio, I hold the fact that
Aragorn was raised by Elrond among Elladan and Elrohir to be true to these stories even if some do not agree.

Fairly Important only to title of story:
'A risk of yesterday' is a phrase I thought would seem liek
a very elven phrase, meaning it was of the past, it was something
that can not be changed, etc... as 'yesterday' to the elves
is more or less a greater idea of time. If an elf wanted to
literally say it was a risk of the day before, it would make
more sense to state a more direct tiem reference, such as
'yesterday morning' or 'yesterday evening' or such.
Thanks for understanding my odd mind ^_^
Elven references
nin mellon: "my friend"
Estel: Aragorn's elven name, meaning in elven, Hope.
Think that's it! Enjoy!
Chap 1.

Legolas walked in, obviously a bit ruffled from a recent
wrestling match with Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir, the sons of
Elrond. Lord Elrond was walking over towards him at that moment so
Legolas respectfully gave a bow and then stood tall, always with
pride of that of the elves Aragorn always had fun mocking.
"Lord Elrond... did you wish to see me?"

Elrond looked at the light haired prince and gave a small
smile. "My dear Legolas, who else do you think I am walking to find?
From the look of it, you and they were up to some mischief, and
if I have guessed right, the crash I heard a while ago was indeed
something irreplaceable, and you are the only one brave enough
not to be hiding in this moment." Legolas smiled rather sheepishly,
it was true, a green vase of the Numenor had broken... and
Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir were currently trying to piece
it back together, Legolas sent to hold their father back. Elrond
continued on, though he noticed his guess was correct by the light
in the elves eyes. "No matter. I recieved a letter today from
King Thranduil. You seem to be very missed by your father, and
he wishes you to return home as soon as possible." Lord Elrond
had his normal smile on, but Legolas of all people knew what
was said was not what was written.

"Lord Elrond, you need not soften my father's words for me.
I know what he would have written and the words you so caringly
added are no where in his vocabulary." He added a small sigh, and
Elrond looked at him with more sympathy than suspicion. He had
long guessed things between Legolas and his father were not always
perfect. "But it will not do at all to keep King Thranduil waiting.
I'll leave on the morrow." He gave one wistful look at Lord Elrond
before returning the other way to go pack his things.

On his turning, Lord Elrong caught sight of his torn tunic.
"My, my Prince Legolas... I fear my sons are a bad example on you.
You do seem much more reckless every time you come. Just dont let
Thranduil see your shirt, he'll probably blame it on my
seamstresses." Legolas gave a small nod. "But my Lord Elrond,
that twas only a risk of Yesterday." A small smile hid whatever
dissapointment he felt on the thought of his returning to Mirkwood
so soon. Just for one moment he wished that he was a Noldor elf...
that he was a son of Elrond, just as the others. He always was
jealous of Elrohir, Elladan, and Aragorn, though he did successfully
hide this from the twins and Aragorn, Lord Elrond was a lot harder
to fool. He turned and walked into his room, hoping he had given the
twins enoguh time to at least hide the shattered pieces of the vase.

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As Legolas walked into the dining area, he saw Lord Elrond
in a heated discussion with Elladan over the smallest trifle, and
Elrohir and Aragorn were both pouring gracious amounts of hotter
seasoning into Elladan's dinner. Elrond had seen, and it was one
reason he had continued talking to Elladan so long over something
his son could so easily look up in their library. Legolas shook
his head while hiding a small chuckle he felt rise in his throat,
and walked up tot he long table and sat beside Aragorn, who was
still busy adjusting Elladan's dinner. So, Legolas simply started
doing the same, silently to Aragorn's. Ah well, he wouldn't be here
anymore after tonight, so Aragorn had no time to retaliate. Once
he had finished, he started enjoying the meal that had been set
out originally, and was pleasantly surprised that Elrohir had not
doctored the prince's meal.

When Aragorn did finally turn he jumped back a bit, not
having heard the prince enter. "I just dotn understand how you
wood-elves do it. Sure, it's hard enough hearing my brothers,
but you and your people are just ridiculous." He gave a small
joking sneer, and Legolas gave him a small thump over the shoulder,
making Aragorn just laugh at his friend.

"The thing you call ridiculous, nin mellon, happens to be
somethign we have worked very hard to achieve and we are very proud
of, thank you very much. Silly Estel..." This of course, just
produced more chortles from Aragorn, who then took his spoon and
slowly took a bite of his altered dinner. When the food and seasoning
touched his tounge, he made the same expression as if he'd just sat
on a couple of arrowheads! His face turned more red than Lord Elrond's
wine, and he rushed to a large jug of water and chugged it all, not worrying
at all about the informality. Elladan and Elrohir burst out
laughing, along with Legolas, but that did not last long as Aragorn,
eventually figuring out the perpetrator of the entire event, almsot
lunged at Legolas, but his father caught him by the tunic and forced
him onto his seat. "Not at dinner Estel!" He was still holding him
as Elladan discovered himself about his food and went through much
the same routine as Aragorn, except maybe a little mroe graceful...
being an elf and all. He then, raced at Elrohir, but was also caught
by Lord Elrond. "Both of you! Take your revenge at least after the
dinner gueasts have cleared." They both sullenly agreed, but their
eyes shot daggers at the two remaining elves, who were still trying
not to fall of the chairs from their laughter.

Lord Elrond sighed as he sat back into his chair, still
watching the two elves carefully, ready to jump out and grab them
again if needed. "I must say, in some ways Legolas, life is easier
when you aren't hear. One less person to protect or to hold back.
Though I must say, I am not entirely overjoyed to see you leave so
soon." Legolas gave a bit of a shrug and the twins looked over at
him, and Elrohir slumped and commented in a dissapointed voice.
"You're leaving already? Aw... the teams are going to be uneven
again..." Elladan showed the same emotion on his face, not as quick
to voice it though, and Aragorn looked really dissappointed. "You're
really goign so soon? When?" Legolas sighed. "First sun."

Aragorn then looked even more deprived of joy and slumped
down in his seat. "Can I at least travel with you on your way home?"
Legolas glanced over towards Elrond, who gave a non enthusiastic
nod, and left the choice to Legolas. "As long as you dont come into
Mirkwood nin mellon, I can see no trouble in it."

Aragorn was somewhat lightened in his dispair by this, but
only Elrond could see Legolas was loathe to give his approval, for
fear Aragorn might find out a few of his more private secrets.
Elrond decided he'd talk toh im privately before Legolas was off in
the morning. He wanted to find out what condition Legolas's relationship
with his father was in, he couldn't help feeling slightly guilty
sending Legolas back where he did not want to go.
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That night Elrond silently slipped into Legolas's room,
and found the elf silently twirling the small fastener imprinted
with the royal insignia of Mirkwood that usually stayed on his
quiver. He looked as if he was sad, yet deep in thought.
"Legolas, I'm sorry... am I disturbing you?"
Elrond slipped in the rest of the way into Legolas's room, quickly
and gracefully seating himself on a chair on one side of the guest
room where Legolas normally stayed.
"No Lord Elrond. My mind was drifting. Nothing important
really. You wanted to talk to me again? Or do you fear that
something was broken?" He said, with much amusement drifting over
his currently low tone while referring to the incident earlier that
day where Elrond had come to talk to him.
"No, no... Right now I'm just coming to talk to you.
Should I be worried?" His eyes twinkled with the wisdom of his
years at the young elf. Or young compared to him.
"No sir. I do not believe. Or if you should be, I can assure
you I had no part in it. I have been here for quite a while
packing the rest of my things." He flicked his hand in the
direction of his one small sack he usully brought that strapped to
the lower part of his quiver, surely not somethign that would take
very long to pack.
"So you say Legolas. Anyways, I wanted to know how things
are... going for you in Mirkwood." He would not openly ask about
things he had no knowledge of, but he didn't mind beating around the
bush till the subject came up. Fortuneately for Legolas, he was
spared a long conversation because he had noted people politely
beatign around the bush when talking to his father and so quickly
deciphered what was meant but decided to be sure first.
"What do you mean Lord Elrond? It could be hundreds of
questions you could be asking..." He held up a few of his fingers
and tapped off conversations they could be having. "How I am with
my friends, How well I am managing in general, How true my arrows
are flying, how well I am taking to the new wine..." He was slowly
making the examples more exagerated to as what conversation was
wanted, but after a slight lull he added. "Or you could be
indirectly trying to ask me about somethign else." His eyes were
locked on Elrond, but one of his hands indiscreetly covered his
other, and any other elf wouldn't have seen it, but Legolas was yet
again betrayed by Elrond's superiority, and the elder elves eyes
floated to what Legolas was even unconciously trying to hide.
On Legolas's hand lay a fairly large yet almost healed scar.
That made Elrond look more closely at his young friend and question
every bruise on Legolas's face, seeing whether they looked like
recent ones from Legolas's and his sons roughhousing and which
looked more ominous. To his slight horror, many didn't look all too
new, many in their last stages of healing. None noticed such things
unless they were looking for them, but that did not calm Elrond.
"Legolas. Tell me and tell me truthfully." Elrond's
expression had faded from his joking manner and now his idea of
seriousness filtered through his features. Legolas's gray-blue
eyes still never strayed from Elrond's face. "Where did you get
that scar on your hand. Where did you get some of these bruises?
Most I know have surfaced since you have came because of your and
my sons' reckless behavior. But, again I must say, do not lie to
me Legolas. Where are these from?" Elrond's eyes seemed to peirce
through Legolas.
"I'm.... sorry sir." Legolas's eyes pleaded for Elrond to
understand, and in a way he did, but he wanted to hear the truth
from Legolas. "I'm sorry sir. I can not say." He said, a bit more
firmly now.
Elrond looked down then, onehand going to his forehead, not
aggrivated, but just deep with worry and sorrow. "Legolas, you
might want to tell me before I start creating stories in my own mind
of how they did happen."
Legolas looked down, much ashamed he had not already told
Elrond, and that Elrond was trying to find out for hismelf.
"Sir... " Legolas closed his eyes for a moment, closing himself off
to what scenery he knew was around him, took a long calming breath.
"Sir... "
Elrond shook his head and held up a hand. "I should have
guessed before. I'm sorry I was so blind Legolas. Such things were
hinted, but I tried my hardest just to ignore them and assume the
best. If I hadn't, had I been more prudent you might have been
spared some of these pains. Now... listen to me and do not try to
explain or defend a soul. Was this the work of Thranduil?"
Legolas nodded, and opened his mouth to comment on it, but
again Elrong shushed him. "I said no comments. You can reveal more
if you feel like it to me on a later date. I can see from your
wounds he probably did no more than get angry. But I can not let
you go back to Mirkwood now, I find myself having to think a few
thigns over." He stood swiftly to leave, his long robe giving the
only flutter of sound before Legolas piped in.
"Sir... believe me this once when I tell you no great evil has
befallen me. King Thranduil is a great and courageous man. I have
to go to Mirkwood tomorrow morning. In fact, I will." He stood,
with the power and influence of the King Thranduil, making his
request of departure sound more like a decree. And Elrond could
only silentyl marvel at the younger elves strength, inside and out,
though his expression did not change. He slowly closed the doors
to Legolas's room and sighed, leaning against the doorframe. Yes...
he did have much to think about.
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