Lego By Manwathiel
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Summery: Aragorn has called Legolas by his nickname, Lego, something the elf hates.

Aragorn followed Legolas, determined to know what was bothering his elven friend. What was wrong?

Legolas could sense the Ranger behind him, but decided to ignore the man. He needed time alone on this day. He had left the Fellowship and the rest of the elves and walked a short ways off for this reason, hoping no one would follow him. He should have known Estel would know something was wrong.

"Legolas, mellon-nin, what is wrong?" Aragorn asked as he approached the elf. When he did not respond, the human shook the elf by the shoulder and repeated his question. Legolas looked up slowly.

"What is wrong?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper. "Nothing is wrong, Aragorn."

"I don't believe that, my friend. Please, won't you tell me?" Aragorn's grey eyes pleaded with the elf's blue ones. Legolas shook his head.

"It is nothing, Aragorn," he said again, trying to convince himself. "I am fine. Don't you believe me?"

"No, I don't. We've known each other for years, mellon-nin. Can't you trust me?" Aragorn asked.

Legolas paused before speaking. "Perhaps, Aragorn. But you follow me and ask me questions when I wish to be left alone. Can't you see that? And why can't you trust me when I say that I'm fine? Because I am, Aragorn. Nothing is wrong."

Aragorn looked at his friend. "Because I can see that you are hurting," he said simply.

"No, Aragorn. I am fine. Please don't bother me anymore about it," Legolas replied.

"Listen to me, Legolas," Aragorn demanded. "I know you are hurting. Won't you let me help? You are my best friend, and I don't like seeing you in pain."

"Aragorn, honestly. It is nothing. Please, just let me be alone," Legolas pleaded. He wished the Ranger would leave, not bother him anymore. Legolas knew his heart was hurting, and it would never heal.

"You do not usually push me away," Aragorn said, his voice injured. Legolas felt bad that his friend was pained, but there was nothing he could do. He refused to give into the human.

"I am sorry, Estel," the elf said. "There is nothing you can do." He turned away from Aragorn, unable to bear the searching he saw in Ranger's grey eyes.

"Alright, Lego. I will let you go." Aragorn had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when Legolas spun around. The light in the elf's blue eyes was savage.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT!" Legolas shouted, his voice angry. "DO NOT call me Lego!" With that and a furious glare at the Ranger, the elf stormed back to the main part of Rivendell.

Legolas walked around slowly, muttering to himself in Silvan, his native elvish dialect. He was fuming that Aragorn would call him Lego. Nobody ever called him that. Anymore. And how did Aragorn even hear of the name? No one called had called Legolas that in years. It was a long time before the Ranger was even born that Legolas insisted others stop calling him Lego. The only ones who would dare were the twin sons of Elrond. But that was many years ago.

Legolas thought to himself. It actually wasn't as long ago as he thought. The last time he had visited Rivendell, which was only about forty years ago, Elladan had called him Lego. That had annoyed the blond elf, but he tried not to fuss about it. He had calmly asked Elladan to not call him that anymore, and the older twin complied. But Aragorn had not been around; it was during his service to King Thengel of Rohan and Ecthelion, Steward of Gondor. So how did Aragorn know Legolas's hated nickname?

Aragorn was surprised by his friend's outburst. Legolas was usually very calm, so this was strange. Aragorn knew better than to go after the elf, so he decided to try and find Arwen once more. He knew he would be leaving soon, and Arwen wouldn't like that. Oh well. She should be used to him leaving for months at a time by now.

Arwen was nowhere to be found, but Aragorn did find Elladan and Elrohir in their room.

"Hey, little bro," Elladan said. "What's up with Lego?"

"Dan, he told you not to call him that. Remember?" Elrohir glanced at his twin. "He gets really mad if anybody calls him that."

"I know," Aragorn said simply. The twins exchanged a look Aragorn could not read.

"You mean..." "You called him that to his face?" the twins asked in surprised voices. Aragorn nodded slowly.

"But why?" Elrohir asked.

"Because I wasn't thinking, Ro," Aragorn replied. "What am I going to do? Legolas will kill me."

"Estel, Legolas will not kill you. He's your friend. Friends don't kill each other just because of a simple misunderstanding," Elrohir said gently.

"I hope you're right, Ro. Although I think this was more than a misunderstanding. Legolas was furious with me," Aragorn said, ignoring the fact that Elrohir had called him by his childhood name.

"That's okay. By the time you leave Rivendell, he will be fine. Trust me. I know." Elrohir gave his brother an encouraging smile. Aragorn thanked his brothers and left, looking once more for Arwen.

To be continued...