Lego By Manwathiel
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except Ellie and Mellon.
Summery: Aragorn has called Legolas by his nickname, Lego, something the elf hates. Now Ellie is trying to help Legolas.

Ellie wrapped her arms around Legolas, sensing that was what he needed most. She could feel his pain, similar to her own long ago. "Nan Duin, meleth-nin" she said softly.

Legolas sighed. Their secret words. 'Valley River.' Their words that went with their place. He knew she would never tell any one else.

"Have you talked to Ada Elrond or Master Glorfindel?" Ellie asked, glancing at him. He looked up, a sad smile on his face.

"No, I haven't," he admitted. "I should, shouldn't I?" Glorfindel was always happy to help Legolas with any problems he had and had told him to come for advice whenever he needed it. Now seemed like as good a time as any to visit the older elf.

"Not right now, Legolas. We are talking now," Ellie said, smiling. He returned her smile sadly. His mind was elsewhere.

"I don't even know how Aragorn found out about that name," Legolas said slowly. "I mean, I know Elladan has called me that, but that was when Aragorn was gone. How does he know about it?"

"Could Elladan have said it at one point?" Ellie asked.

"Perhaps. I would really like to find out though." Legolas was deep in thought when Ellie's gently touch pulled him out.

"It is getting rather late, Legolas. Perhaps we should return home," she said. Her voice was calm, but Legolas could tell she was getting annoyed. He wondered if it was partly his fault. He grabbed her arm as she started to leave.

"Ellie, what's wrong?" he asked, worried about the girl for whom he had come to care greatly.

"It is nothing. I was just thinking," Ellie responded.

"About what?" Legolas put on his puppy-dog face, knowing she could not resist. She whacked him gently. He smiled.

"About Arwen… and… my parents," she replied quietly. Legolas drew her into a hug, pulling her close to him. He knew she would not talk about her parents, who died when she was a little girl. He decided to talk about a safer subject, one that most likely would not have Ellie in tears.

"What about Arwen? What has that girl been up to lately?" he asked, a smirk playing on his face. Ellie frowned.

"She has been very distant for several months now. She does not talk to me as much; I think it is Aragorn. He has her distracted, and… I miss my best friend," Ellie admitted softly.

"Ellie," Legolas whispered her name gently. She turned her head and looked up at him, her eyes expectant. His lips claimed hers, and Legolas drew the kiss out, enjoying the feel of Ellie's lips on his.

Aragorn finally found Arwen in the Great Hall. She was speaking calmly with her father and Glorfindel, although Elrond raised his eyebrow when he saw Aragorn. He thought they might be talking about him.

"Aragorn." Arwen's soft voice drew him out of his musings. She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the Great Hall.

"Arwen, what are you doing?" he asked. "I interrupted something, didn't I?"

"No, you saved me from another lecture from Ada, Aragorn," Arwen replied, still dragging him. "Don't worry. I just was telling him something. You didn't interrupt anything. Trust me."

"Alright. If that's what you say, Arwen," Aragorn said. "But where are we going?" She did not answer him. Instead, she led him to a bridge in the Garden of Twilight.

Legolas pulled away from Ellie, slightly surprised at what just happened. He had never kissed her like that before. Ellie looked surprised and a little bit scared.

"Ellie, we're not children anymore," Legolas tried to reassure her. "We're adults, and that was a long time ago. We were teenagers, Ellie!"

"I know," her tentative reply came.

"Ellie, you're worried. What's up?" Legolas asked, his voice calm. She shook her head, her long dark hair blowing gently in the breeze.

"It's suppertime, Legolas. You know how Ada Elrond is about meals. We must be on time!" she exclaimed. She grabbed his hand and started to drag him back towards the main halls of Rivendell.

Legolas knew this to be true, although Lord Elrond was not as strict as Legolas's own father Thranduil. He remembered a time when he had been severely punished for being late to supper.

Legolas was annoyed that his father had to talk to him again. "Ada, I'm sorry. Okay? Elrohir and I just lost track of time while we were out on the practice fields!" He closed his eyes.

"That's not the problem, Legolas," Thranduil said, lowing his voice slightly. "I told you yesterday to be on time to meals, correct?" The boy nodded slowly.

"And you were late, correct?" Legolas nodded once more. "Then do you think I am wrong to punish that?"

"No, Ada. You are correct to punish me," the boy said quietly, staring at the ground.

"Good," Thranduil said. "Now, I want you present for every meal ON TIME for the next two weeks. Do you understand?" Legolas nodded.

"Yes, Ada."

"And you are forbidden from drawing," his father added. "Is this understood?"

Legolas swallowed hard before answering. "Yes, Ada. Understood," he said softly, tears springing to his sky-blue eyes. What was he supposed to do if he was banned from drawing? "Am I dismissed?" he asked, blinking back his tears.

Thranduil nodded. "Yes, you are dismissed. Do not be late for supper tonight, Legolas," he added as he watched his son slip silently across the throne room floors.

This had happened when Lord Elrond's family had visited Mirkwood shortly after Laurelin's death, when Legolas and Elrohir had been late for a meal.

Legolas laughed, and Ellie turned to glance at him, surprised. He smiled and pushed her forward. It would not be good to miss supper, especially when Legolas knew the kinds of punishments Lord Elrond could come up with.