Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! I love them all! -throws Dr. Peppers she's not supposed to have all around- ^_^ Whoooo! Another short installment of RoY out! That'll at least keep Rhonda away for a week… lol! J/K Rhonda! I'll love your pestering ^_^ lol
"Risk of Yesterday"
Author: Spark. Just... Spark. Email: LimeVegetaSpark@aol.com
Rating: PG13, for mentions of slight torture (no Cassia thing going on here, I could never pull that off ~_^) and some physical abuse. (oh, and just a hint of angst ^_^)
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 anything 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 and is everything what it seems?
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 like 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 time 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.
Brannon nin: "my lord" Think that's it! Enjoy!
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Elrond stepped back, angry and surprised, his mouth slightly ajar. A risk of yesterday?! Either Thranduil was going mad or... Elrond let his eyes fall into a small searching glance. With a fairly angry sigh Elrond shook his head and gave another glance at the king. "As you wish Thranduil. If you'll excuse me..." Elrond slowly turned, and Thranduil's malevolent glares did not make it to the Elven Lord's eyes. Swiftly Elrond stepped out of Legolas's light room, leaving the king to his recovery. The king obviously wasn't without company though... advisors who had fled during the attack were now filtering back demanding to see the king, and they rushed into the room Elrond had just left behind.
Aragorn ran towards his father looking distraught with the days many happenings. "Ada! What did King Thranduil say? Are we going after Legolas?" By Aragorn's pleading looks Elrond knew that Aragorn had his own doubts about the king's endeavors to return his son.
Elrond let any anger he felt at Thranduil echo into his tone, though he begrudged himself his lack of restrain. "The Mirkwood warriors are not. And we are forbidden." He did not need to look at his foster son, he knew what kind of response this would create, and instead he continued walking, for he had to see to Elrohir.
"WHAT?! What are we supposed to do then, just forget he exists?! Leave him to torment and death? No.. I wont leave him to that fate! If he is alive, I will find him!" Aragorn was practically shouting and making quite a scene, the other elves stopping to try and figure what exactly it was that was being said.
Elrond quickly turned on Aragorn. "You humans and your loud mouths! Just please, let me finish Estel! We are forbidden, as are the Silvan elves, but that does not mean we will not go. I would never leave Legolas, as much as I would ever leave you or Elrohir or Elladan. Now come quickly and come quietly we have to check on your brother."
With that Lord Elrond grabbed a fairly subdued Aragorn by the arm into a separate section where Elrohir laid.
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After seeing again to the wounded Elrohir, Elrond gathered together in secret a few of his soldiers whom he knew knew and had befriended, albeit some weakly, Legolas and were willing to go out looking for him. "Thranduil will not aid us. But I fear for Thranduillion. It is much too late to find footprints or such, but perhaps some of the villages around here have seen a large faction of elves. I'm sending Aragorn and Elladan if I can pry him away from his brother. I myself cannot go..." As much as I would like to, he added to himself grimly... "But it would attract too much attention if I was gone about now. Is this all understood?" Many of the elves gave wary nods. "Then you leave at sunrise."
After talking to the elves and watching them cautiously moving away, whispering to each other while moving through the crowded hall they had been occupying, Elrond could only hope they would not give anything away. The last thing they needed right now was an irate Thranduil hampering their attempts. Thranduil... Rivendell's Lord shook his head as he made his way to Elladan, Aragorn, and the badly wounded Elrohir. Something was not right, he could feel it... feel it, but not name it.
Before stepping into the area in which his sons would see him, he retracted his steps slightly, and instead quickly strode to one of Thranduil's scribes, pacing the hall nervously, obviously waiting for some news of his Lord to send around to others. "Faraniol." Elrond addressed the elf, they had met on previous occasions. The elf stopped his pacing and quickly turned and bowed to Elrond. "Lord Elrond... may I be of assistance?"
Elrond gave a swift affirmative. "I need some parchment." This being a normal and unreadable request, the scribe quickly assented. "Any specific type or length Lord Elrond?" He was busy taking parchments from a bag that constantly accompanied him.
"No Faraniol... just something light and short..." When Faraniol gave a questioning glance, Elrond explained. "It's going by bird." Faraniol nodded and took out a parchment to match. Elrond nodded his thanks and hurried off to his bag where he indeed had a quill and ink.
He tore off only a small bit of the parchment to make it fairly inconspicuous. 'Puzzling problem. Mirkwood. Assistance helpful. Your Old yet Young friend.' The constant joke between the two would easily explain who wrote the letter. Quickly he moved towards the area where carrier birds were usually assembled, and called one down gently. A trained hawk flew down and deftly landed on the elven lord's arm. Elrond wasted no time in hurriedly tying the message to the hawk's head before moving in to whisper to it, as they did listen to the elves in a way few humans understood. "To Mithrandir."
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The traitorous men that had traveled past the Carnen were all contemplating their situation and loudly voicing their opinions over ales. The elf had passed out again... everything was working out well. Now that the elf was weak it would be easier to get answers from him…
"Da wizard's gunna be pleased iffin we find out where the king is. Pleasant surprise." This man seemed to have no doubts of their sure rewards if they succeeded.
"Don't be so sure Malick. That's what we were supposed to do in the first place." Another man, more aware and a bit less drunk was talking, his big boots propped up against the large table about 16 men were sitting around in a small pub. "Though I'm sure if we found out where the king was he may be a bit easier on us."
The others blew off whatever warning the mans message hid. "Whatever Dath... I say we gunna get big rewards if we get it out of the elf." Malick was loudly protesting Dath's pessimism, though his companions half-heartedly quieted him down a bit. There were others in this place...
Dath was not drinking quite as much as the others and his head was usually more clear after drinking anyways, but even with the clear head, he could not help being persuaded by the men's twisted logic. Something in the back of his mind, though, warned him it was not so... If the wizard had wanted to make the elf speak, surely he could easily have done it himself. Something wasn't quite right.
"Firs' thing I gonna do with whatever that wizard gives us is sell it if it aint money, and then buy me own pub!" The men's babbling bringing Dath out of his thoughts, he quickly forgot such morbid sentiments in turn for some light hearted wish lists.
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The wizard was not the unhappy man that Dath might have thought him, leagues upon leagues away. Everything was working. Well... almost everything, but all that would soon be remedied. The silly ambushes had done their good in distraction, and now everything seemed under his thumb. If the prince hadn't gotten in the way his plans would have already succeeded, but that was a small let down, everything was still going fine.
Now came the interesting part... how to get his chosen target. He had been surprised at the beings resilience, but that was just more of a reason to get him here, and soon. It had been merely experimental, but if it would succeed it would be a glorious day around the tower of Orthanc...
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Aragorn was gathering his things quickly, sharpening his sword, and anything to help out before they were leaving the next day. Silently he reflected on all that had happened, it didn't seem real. Silently he prayed a prayer to Iluvatar on Legolas's behalf, which was barely done when Elladan came to find him.
"Hello Estel. Ready for tomorrow?" Elladan's face was long and his heart obviously heavy, though he was trying very hard to hide it with cheer for Aragorn.
"I was born ready Elladan." Aragorn decided to ignore Elladan's snort of disbelief. "How is Elrohir?" No need avoiding the topic after all.
"He still has not awoken Estel. I am worried." Elladan's voice had dropped to a low whisper. He was so afraid for Elrohir... he was torn between staying with his wounded twin or looking for Legolas. After a little logical argument from his father though, he realized that he certainly did trust his father with Elrohir while he didn't those men with Legolas... Legolas needed him more.
"I am as well brother. But I am worried also for Legolas, will we find him before it is too late? Will King Thranduil be very angry when he realizes we have gone?"
"Well... for the latter, I'd say it will soon be a risk of yesterday..." Elladan stole one of Legolas's favorite phrases, though not using it exactly the way intended. The moon was high in the sky and Elladan was pretty sure it would soon be midnight.
Aragorn smiled hearing words Legolas so often said. He tried to smother a yawn as eh finished packing everything, but you didn't hide things from an elf.
"Get some sleep Estel. We will need it. I'm sure Legolas is fine." Elladan gave another long look out the window and whispered to the stars... "I'm sure Legolas is fine."
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Reviews:
Kourin Lucrece: -hands advil- sorry if its giving you a heache ^_^ lol. Of course Elrond's going to disobey Thranduil! lol, I could never leave Leggy anywhere to die!!!!
LadySandrilene: Ack! 2 reviews in a row! You really want some more RoY, dont yah?! here yah go! Yes, we need more Leggy+ Arras FRIENDSHIP fics.
aquitaineg: Well, yes, Thranduil does seem quite a bit of a meanie... I love thranduil too... I might just make an excellent father thranduil fic just to make up for this ^_^
amlugwen: Umm... heh... heh... -sees frying pan behind back- shoot... You're actually going down the right track... though I'm not giving anymore hints ^_^
MoroTheWolfGod: NO! No Elrond beating sense into Thranduil! Ack! Elrond adopt Legolas? That'd be interesting...
Angelic DeLaCroix: I have read the Hobbit, many a time. I realize Thranduil isnt a horrible father... but listen up, 1) Welcome to the world of fanfiction. If I wanted to do an eivl Thranduil fic, this would be the place to do it. 2) Perchance there is more to this than just a bad father fic, hmmm? PS- Dotn accuse me of not having read any of Talkien's masterpeices.
PokethePenguin: Poke! Poke! Settle down before you hyperventilate! 0.o;
YAY! ^_^
"Risk of Yesterday"
Author: Spark. Just... Spark. Email: LimeVegetaSpark@aol.com
Rating: PG13, for mentions of slight torture (no Cassia thing going on here, I could never pull that off ~_^) and some physical abuse. (oh, and just a hint of angst ^_^)
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 anything 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 and is everything what it seems?
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 like 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 time 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.
Brannon nin: "my lord" Think that's it! Enjoy!
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Elrond stepped back, angry and surprised, his mouth slightly ajar. A risk of yesterday?! Either Thranduil was going mad or... Elrond let his eyes fall into a small searching glance. With a fairly angry sigh Elrond shook his head and gave another glance at the king. "As you wish Thranduil. If you'll excuse me..." Elrond slowly turned, and Thranduil's malevolent glares did not make it to the Elven Lord's eyes. Swiftly Elrond stepped out of Legolas's light room, leaving the king to his recovery. The king obviously wasn't without company though... advisors who had fled during the attack were now filtering back demanding to see the king, and they rushed into the room Elrond had just left behind.
Aragorn ran towards his father looking distraught with the days many happenings. "Ada! What did King Thranduil say? Are we going after Legolas?" By Aragorn's pleading looks Elrond knew that Aragorn had his own doubts about the king's endeavors to return his son.
Elrond let any anger he felt at Thranduil echo into his tone, though he begrudged himself his lack of restrain. "The Mirkwood warriors are not. And we are forbidden." He did not need to look at his foster son, he knew what kind of response this would create, and instead he continued walking, for he had to see to Elrohir.
"WHAT?! What are we supposed to do then, just forget he exists?! Leave him to torment and death? No.. I wont leave him to that fate! If he is alive, I will find him!" Aragorn was practically shouting and making quite a scene, the other elves stopping to try and figure what exactly it was that was being said.
Elrond quickly turned on Aragorn. "You humans and your loud mouths! Just please, let me finish Estel! We are forbidden, as are the Silvan elves, but that does not mean we will not go. I would never leave Legolas, as much as I would ever leave you or Elrohir or Elladan. Now come quickly and come quietly we have to check on your brother."
With that Lord Elrond grabbed a fairly subdued Aragorn by the arm into a separate section where Elrohir laid.
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After seeing again to the wounded Elrohir, Elrond gathered together in secret a few of his soldiers whom he knew knew and had befriended, albeit some weakly, Legolas and were willing to go out looking for him. "Thranduil will not aid us. But I fear for Thranduillion. It is much too late to find footprints or such, but perhaps some of the villages around here have seen a large faction of elves. I'm sending Aragorn and Elladan if I can pry him away from his brother. I myself cannot go..." As much as I would like to, he added to himself grimly... "But it would attract too much attention if I was gone about now. Is this all understood?" Many of the elves gave wary nods. "Then you leave at sunrise."
After talking to the elves and watching them cautiously moving away, whispering to each other while moving through the crowded hall they had been occupying, Elrond could only hope they would not give anything away. The last thing they needed right now was an irate Thranduil hampering their attempts. Thranduil... Rivendell's Lord shook his head as he made his way to Elladan, Aragorn, and the badly wounded Elrohir. Something was not right, he could feel it... feel it, but not name it.
Before stepping into the area in which his sons would see him, he retracted his steps slightly, and instead quickly strode to one of Thranduil's scribes, pacing the hall nervously, obviously waiting for some news of his Lord to send around to others. "Faraniol." Elrond addressed the elf, they had met on previous occasions. The elf stopped his pacing and quickly turned and bowed to Elrond. "Lord Elrond... may I be of assistance?"
Elrond gave a swift affirmative. "I need some parchment." This being a normal and unreadable request, the scribe quickly assented. "Any specific type or length Lord Elrond?" He was busy taking parchments from a bag that constantly accompanied him.
"No Faraniol... just something light and short..." When Faraniol gave a questioning glance, Elrond explained. "It's going by bird." Faraniol nodded and took out a parchment to match. Elrond nodded his thanks and hurried off to his bag where he indeed had a quill and ink.
He tore off only a small bit of the parchment to make it fairly inconspicuous. 'Puzzling problem. Mirkwood. Assistance helpful. Your Old yet Young friend.' The constant joke between the two would easily explain who wrote the letter. Quickly he moved towards the area where carrier birds were usually assembled, and called one down gently. A trained hawk flew down and deftly landed on the elven lord's arm. Elrond wasted no time in hurriedly tying the message to the hawk's head before moving in to whisper to it, as they did listen to the elves in a way few humans understood. "To Mithrandir."
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The traitorous men that had traveled past the Carnen were all contemplating their situation and loudly voicing their opinions over ales. The elf had passed out again... everything was working out well. Now that the elf was weak it would be easier to get answers from him…
"Da wizard's gunna be pleased iffin we find out where the king is. Pleasant surprise." This man seemed to have no doubts of their sure rewards if they succeeded.
"Don't be so sure Malick. That's what we were supposed to do in the first place." Another man, more aware and a bit less drunk was talking, his big boots propped up against the large table about 16 men were sitting around in a small pub. "Though I'm sure if we found out where the king was he may be a bit easier on us."
The others blew off whatever warning the mans message hid. "Whatever Dath... I say we gunna get big rewards if we get it out of the elf." Malick was loudly protesting Dath's pessimism, though his companions half-heartedly quieted him down a bit. There were others in this place...
Dath was not drinking quite as much as the others and his head was usually more clear after drinking anyways, but even with the clear head, he could not help being persuaded by the men's twisted logic. Something in the back of his mind, though, warned him it was not so... If the wizard had wanted to make the elf speak, surely he could easily have done it himself. Something wasn't quite right.
"Firs' thing I gonna do with whatever that wizard gives us is sell it if it aint money, and then buy me own pub!" The men's babbling bringing Dath out of his thoughts, he quickly forgot such morbid sentiments in turn for some light hearted wish lists.
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The wizard was not the unhappy man that Dath might have thought him, leagues upon leagues away. Everything was working. Well... almost everything, but all that would soon be remedied. The silly ambushes had done their good in distraction, and now everything seemed under his thumb. If the prince hadn't gotten in the way his plans would have already succeeded, but that was a small let down, everything was still going fine.
Now came the interesting part... how to get his chosen target. He had been surprised at the beings resilience, but that was just more of a reason to get him here, and soon. It had been merely experimental, but if it would succeed it would be a glorious day around the tower of Orthanc...
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Aragorn was gathering his things quickly, sharpening his sword, and anything to help out before they were leaving the next day. Silently he reflected on all that had happened, it didn't seem real. Silently he prayed a prayer to Iluvatar on Legolas's behalf, which was barely done when Elladan came to find him.
"Hello Estel. Ready for tomorrow?" Elladan's face was long and his heart obviously heavy, though he was trying very hard to hide it with cheer for Aragorn.
"I was born ready Elladan." Aragorn decided to ignore Elladan's snort of disbelief. "How is Elrohir?" No need avoiding the topic after all.
"He still has not awoken Estel. I am worried." Elladan's voice had dropped to a low whisper. He was so afraid for Elrohir... he was torn between staying with his wounded twin or looking for Legolas. After a little logical argument from his father though, he realized that he certainly did trust his father with Elrohir while he didn't those men with Legolas... Legolas needed him more.
"I am as well brother. But I am worried also for Legolas, will we find him before it is too late? Will King Thranduil be very angry when he realizes we have gone?"
"Well... for the latter, I'd say it will soon be a risk of yesterday..." Elladan stole one of Legolas's favorite phrases, though not using it exactly the way intended. The moon was high in the sky and Elladan was pretty sure it would soon be midnight.
Aragorn smiled hearing words Legolas so often said. He tried to smother a yawn as eh finished packing everything, but you didn't hide things from an elf.
"Get some sleep Estel. We will need it. I'm sure Legolas is fine." Elladan gave another long look out the window and whispered to the stars... "I'm sure Legolas is fine."
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Reviews:
Kourin Lucrece: -hands advil- sorry if its giving you a heache ^_^ lol. Of course Elrond's going to disobey Thranduil! lol, I could never leave Leggy anywhere to die!!!!
LadySandrilene: Ack! 2 reviews in a row! You really want some more RoY, dont yah?! here yah go! Yes, we need more Leggy+ Arras FRIENDSHIP fics.
aquitaineg: Well, yes, Thranduil does seem quite a bit of a meanie... I love thranduil too... I might just make an excellent father thranduil fic just to make up for this ^_^
amlugwen: Umm... heh... heh... -sees frying pan behind back- shoot... You're actually going down the right track... though I'm not giving anymore hints ^_^
MoroTheWolfGod: NO! No Elrond beating sense into Thranduil! Ack! Elrond adopt Legolas? That'd be interesting...
Angelic DeLaCroix: I have read the Hobbit, many a time. I realize Thranduil isnt a horrible father... but listen up, 1) Welcome to the world of fanfiction. If I wanted to do an eivl Thranduil fic, this would be the place to do it. 2) Perchance there is more to this than just a bad father fic, hmmm? PS- Dotn accuse me of not having read any of Talkien's masterpeices.
PokethePenguin: Poke! Poke! Settle down before you hyperventilate! 0.o;
YAY! ^_^