Elrohir stared after his brother, fuming. Why was he a twin? Half the
people he met called him Elladan. Everything he had, he shared
with Elladan. Everywhere he went, there was Elladan.
If he was one, everyone would know
him as Elrohir. If he was one, his possessions would be his
own. If he was one, he could please himself.
But … if he was one, he would
not have Elladan’s constant, unspoken support. He would not have
anyone to share joys and sorrows. He would not have his brother,
his dearest friend.
Yes, he was glad he was a twin.