"I didn't mean for this to happen Ada, I swear! It was an accident you have to believe me."

"Oh I believe you, but at a certain point Legolas it doesn't matter what you 'meant' to do." Thranduil snapped, attempting to give his son a stern expression but struggling the moment his son winced in pain.

"I didn't think it would end like this."

"Well I certainly hope so."

The healer attending to the prince tried not to smile as he finished wrapping the broken arm. There was a somewhat tense moment of silence before Legolas said one of the boldest sentences the healer had ever heard anyone say to the king: "So I suppose this means I'm not going to Imladris for the summer solstice?"

"With a broken arm and three broken ribs? Really?"

Legolas winced at his father's tone, groaning in pain when it jostled his ribs, "I mean, Lord Elrond is one of the greatest healers on Arda. If they are going to be broken anyways -"

"No, I don't want to hear the rest of that sentence."

"But Ada-"

Thranduil was already halfway out of the room, "Believe me, little leaf, under no circumstances are you going to Imladris this summer."

"But Ada-" Legolas tried again, calling after his father's retreating back.

"Still don't want to hear it!"

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