4. Something about a character who is probably a bad influence on you
Elladan and Elrohir. I'm cheating, they're two characters. But ff .net doesn't even let you choose just one when you add characters, it's Elladan/Elrohir.
I imagine if I grew up in Rivendell with them, they'd likely be a bad influence on me. I was always the quiet little kid who teachers loved because I didn't usually talk…. until they tried to sit me next to the talkative kids hoping I'd be a good influence on them and then I always ended up talking to them constantly. It happened all the time in elementary and middle school. I'm not that quiet, I just don't usually talk first.
Elladan and Elrohir try to switch places constantly. Their parents are the only ones who can consistently tell them apart, save possibly Glorfindel and Erestor and their tutors, and they like to have fun with it every time they meet a new person and think they can get away with it. They try it out on their grandparents but, unfortunately, they underestimate Galadriel and Celeborn.
"You lived here?" Elladan asked Celebrían incredulously as the twins took in their first looks of the impressive scenery, entering the City of Trees in their grandparent's home of Lothlorien.
"For many years, yes." Celebrían smiled.
"It's beautiful." Elrohir breathed. "Adar, why doesn't Imladris look like this?"
"What?!" Elrond exclaimed in mock insult. "Are you saying your grandparents' realm is better than mine and your mother's?!"
"Yes." Elladan giggled devilishly and ran ahead as his father tried to grab him. Elrond grabbed Elrohir instead.
"I didn't say it!" Elrohir protested, and then erupted in laughter as his father tickled him.
"He thought it though!" Elladan accused, and Elrohir stuck his tongue out him.
"If all three of you do not behave then I shall leave you here and go meet my parents without you." Celebrían threatened, and when the twins protested she scooped up Elladan and led the way up the staircase leading to her parents' main rooms above, Elrond following with Elrohir on his shoulders.
Galadriel and Celeborn were waiting for them in front of the great fountain below the entrance to their Halls. Celebrían and Elrond set the twins down between them when they reached the top of the stairs, and the twins watched quietly as their parents greeted them.
"It has been too long!" Celebrían embraced each of her parents, and they greeted Elrond. Then the two older elves turned to their grandsons.
They had met before, but Elladan and Elrohir had been too young to remember anything of them. They had heard plenty of stories of them and Galadriel and Celeborn had heard stories as well, but only in their letters from Celebrían.
Elladan and Elrohir couldn't take their eyes off them, all clad in silver and white, looking even more composed and impressivethan they could ever remember thinking their mother and father looked when they were being Lord and Lady of Imladris.
"You look so like your father." Galadriel said to them, beaming down at them in that way adults always did.
"And each other." Celeborn added.
Even to elves keen eyesight the twins were precisely identical down to the last hair, and dressed alike, too. They carried themselves differently though, and the core expressions behind their eyes were different, if only slightly.
Galadriel and Celeborn both knelt down to the twins' level, and the twins shifted shyly before them, clearly at least slightly intimidated by their grandparents. But before Elrond or Celebrían had said anything, the twins exchanged a quick and mischievous glance and introduced themselves.
"I am Elladan." Elrohir said and bowed politely.
"And I am Elrohir." Elladan echoed his brother's bow.
Their parents both hid their laughter. Elrond's eyes sparkled, remembering how many Elros and himself had fooled- sometimes for years, when switching places. Though they had never fooled anyone quite like Galadriel, and she and Celeborn held back their amusement flawlessly, though they both knew the truth.
"It is very good to finally meet you two!" Celeborn told them innocently.
"You too." The twins said in unison, more confident now because of their joke.
Elladan was looking between them excitedly, but Elrohir was watching Galadriel shyly.
"What is it?" She asked him kindly.
"Your hair…" He told her, awed. "It's so bright."
It was, it gave off a faint golden light in the dimness of the forest around them, and Galadriel smiled radiantly at him.
"May we touch it?" Elladan asked her timidly, and Elrohir nodded that he was asking, too.
"Of course you may." She smiled at her grandsons and held out a handful of golden tresses for them and they came forward gingerly, fascinated by it.
"It's even softer than Naneth's!" Elrohir exclaimed, and Celebrían again had to hide her laughter.
"Are you ready to see more of our Halls?" Celeborn asked when they had stepped back, and they both nodded excitedly.
"Come, then, Elladan, Elrohir?" Galadriel nodded at the correct twin as she named them, her eyes twinkling.
"It's the other way." Elrohir-who-was-really-Elladan corrected her.
"No, it isn't." Galadriel smiled knowingly.
The twins' faces fell and their jaws dropped. No one so new had ever been able to catch them when they switched places. At their shock, the adults finally all burst out in laughter.
"You knew?" The real Elrohir asked incredulously.
"We were there when you were born, certainly we can tell you apart." Galadriel told them, almost apologetically, for ruining their fun.
"It is also impossible to lie to her, darlings." Celebrían knelt down behind the twins and put an arm around each. "Believe me, I tried for centuries."
"Oh, it is possible." Celeborn winked.
"So I let you think." Galadriel said serenely and rose, and Celeborn and Celebrían laughed, the twins still looking amazedly between them all.