A Crisis Of Identity

“I am Elladan,” the young elfling protested with his hands crossed and his chest puffed out.

“No you are not, I am!” His twin brother stamped his foot, his eyes tearing.

“You are Elrohir,” the elfling explained patiently.

“I am Elladan! Adar, make him stop. I am Elladan.”

“But I am Elladan!”

Elrond could take utter confusion in his stride. Bending to sit on his heels, he hugged the twins and looked  the elfling he knew to be Elrohir in the eye.  “Why are you Elladan?"

“Because you told Nana that the first one out of bed is always Elladan!”

Author Notes:  I didn't write this one myself.  It was written by one of my LJ friends Gwanunig - twins who really are called Elladan and Elrohir.  Elrohir swears this really happened!  They kindly gave me permission to post it here.