As soon as they reached their home Elenya frowned at them.

"I thought I told you to stop bothering Lady Arwen!" she said. Calwaiel looked down, ashamed.

"Mother, Lady Arwen invited us for a walk, did you want us to reject her invite? Would that not be rude?" Canyaiel asked.

Elenya sighed, "I suppose you are right." Elenya walked to the kitchen, not saying anything else, and started to prepare a dinner. Canyaiel looked over at her twin and grinned. Calwaiel returned with a smile. They walked together up to their room and Canyaiel collapsed on the floor, trying not to laugh.

"Canyaiel, good job, I would never be able to do that myself," Calwaiel said. She sat down in front of her mirror and sighed. Canyaiel stood up and walked to her bed then sat on it.

"Oh, Calwaiel, you're so pretty," Canyaiel divulged. Calwaiel turned around to look at Canyaiel, her identical twin sister. Then she laughed.

"Canyaiel- you're so funny! We're twins, silly," Calwaiel laughed.

~*~

Calwaiel would never understand. She was so lucky- she never got in the way of anyone and everyone loved her. She was pretty- much prettier than I.

"Yes, forget I said anything," I said back to her. Calwaiel looked confused for a moment but returned to combing her hair. Calwaiel would never understand- even from the times we were younger Elven children, I would be the one who ruined everything, while Calwaiel would be the beautiful, wonderful, amazing, perfect one. She did everything right, and I did everything wrong.

The next five hundred years passed quickly. Calwaiel and I finally looked a little different- she was tall, beautiful, graceful, funny, smart, and kind, while I was less tall, not as beautiful, almost as graceful, nearly as smart, but not so nearly kind. She was the kindest person I knew. I, however, had a much greater sense of humor. I was jealous of her- I was always second, always next. I was pretty, but not as much as Calwaiel; and I was smart, but not as much as Calwaiel; and I was tall, but not as much as Calwaiel; and I was graceful, but not as much as Calwaiel- I am so sick and tired of being compared to Calwaiel- always second to her.

Arwen was quickly growing up to be the most beautiful princess ever. With her long dark brown hair and blue-grey eyes, what was there to be not jealous of? Still, she was my close friend.

"Arwen!" I yelled, running through the white marble halls of Elrond.

"Now, now, where are we going in such a rush?"

I smiled, "Greetings, Lady Celebrían," I bowed, "I am seeking Arwen. It is time for our walk."

She just smiled at me, "Yes, of course, Canyaiel." By this time, Calwaiel had caught up to me.

"Canyaiel, why are you always in such a rush- Oh! Lady Celebrían, greetings," she bowed.

Celebrían just smiled and walked out into her gardens. I started running up the steps to Arwen's room. We walked back down the marble steps, where Calwaiel was waiting.

"Greetings, Arwen."

"Greetings, Calwaiel, it is such a lovely day for a walk." I started walking off impatiently as Arwen and Calwaiel spoke of courting and all the lovely Elves that they had failed to notice.

"Oh, Arwen, you know Canyaiel will never settle," Calwaiel laughed.

"Be quiet, Calwaiel!" I said angrily. Calwaiel just laughed her perfect laugh and I ran away from them, wishing to be on my own. I ran into the forest, where I had learned how to use a sword so long ago. I could still hear Calwaiel's perfect laugh ringing in my head. I took a stick and started stabbing it in the ground, wishing I had a sword. I blushed a little at the thought of it- whoever thought of an Elf-maiden with a sword? But, at the same time I was thinking where would I get one? My father would understand me. I sighed. He had passed across the sea long ago. I sat there alone in silence. There wasn't a single breeze in the sky and all I could feel was the emptiness and jealousy raging in my heart.