"Elladan," said Elrohir, "Why do you think father has requested that we return so hastily."
"There is dark rising. Can you not feel it?" questioned Elladan.
"All the same, I do not see why we must return so quickly, unless something dreadful has happened to Rivendell."
"Brother, do not speak so! Soon we shall be going to the Whiteshores, you must not worry. Father and Arwen are safe," Elladan assured him.
"They had better be. I will lose my elven calm if any orc lays a hand on Arwen," Elrohir said. Elrohir was overly-protective of his sister, and was much more impatient than Elladan.
"Elrohir, do not be so impatient and rash. Such does not become an elf."
Elladan and Elrohir were almost to the home when Elrohir asked the question that had been bothering him since they had last spoken.
"How come you act superior to me? You are only ten-minutes my senior?"
"I do not act superior to you, and we must not quarrel when Middle-Earth is threatened by such danger. We are almost to Rivendell."
"I am not weak, Elladan! I would not be tempted by the ring! So stop acting like I would be," Elrohir told his twin.
"I never said you were weak, Elrohir. I do not think you are weak, just extremely immature, but so-be-it," Elladan said, "Why do you believe me to think you weak."
"The way you scold me," Elrohir responded.
"Elrohir, you are nearly three thousand years old. Act like it. I do not scold you."
Elrohir spoke softly to his horse so that it jolted ahead of Elladan's.
"Elrohir, come back here," Elladan commanded.
"You're not my father, and you are not my mother," Elrohir said.
"Well, we are going to stop right here, right now."
Elrohir instructed his horse to go back. Obedient to Elrohir's elvish words, his horse, Thinadaril turned and went back to Elladan.
Elrohir dismounted, and sat on the rock next to Elladan.
"Elrohir, I know that I have no charge over you, and I know that us being Elven gives us immortality, but it doesn't give us resistance to fraternal quarreling. If I act like I am patronizing you, it is because I love you," Elladan explained.
"Don't think I'm going to fall for that classic line," Elrohir told him.
"I love you, I really do. I love you and Father, and Arwen and I love Mother. Elrohir, I am just worried that something will happen to us."
"Do you remember how Mother used to tell us to be good little 'elflings?' She loved you best."
"Celebrian, daughter of Galadriel can not be accused of loving either of her sons better than the other...Elrohir, tell me that you wouldn't trade me for any brother out there? For I wouldn't trade you."
"I guess I wouldn't either," Elrohir admitted and then hugged his brother benevolently.
Elrohir thought back, being twins does not make you the same person. He and Elladan were put together in one category—they were always Elrohir and Elladan, or Elladan and Elrohir, never just Elrohir, or just Elladan. But they were entirely different. Elrohir was impatient, rash, quick-thinking and jumpy—but friendly; Elladan was patient, deliberate, relaxed and still friendly. They were almost opposites, the only similarity is that they were both likable and that they looked alike.
Twins come in all shapes and sizes, but rarely are they the same shape and size.
A/N: I originally wrote most of this for RPing, but I liked it too much. I know that it was sappy and cliché, but please tell me what you really think about it. Please Read and Review!