Hi Min. I've been seriously in the writing doldrums these days, but did manage to write your drabble this evening. Not the most inspired I've been, and damned if I could make it come out to exactly any word count. It's close to 250. Not as good as your drabbles, but hopefully you'll get a smile out of it at least.
“Well, I’m done with it,” Elladan declared, thumping down next to his brother. “I’m sick to death
of,‘which one are you?’ and ‘how do you tell them apart?’ and ‘good thing you aren’t dressed
alike.’ I swear, Elro, I’m thinking of doing something drastic.”
“Like what?” Elrohir said abstractedly. He was crouched on the floor, carefully placing a toy
warrior in a vast battlefield, which had taken weeks to assemble. He chuckled, “Look, I’ve got
Elladan swept the first line of defense away with his hand. “You aren’t even listening to me!”
“Look what you did! You’ve let him escape!”
“Are you sorry we’re twins. Is that it?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. I don’t want to be anymore.”
“Then,” Elrohir shrugged as he methodically began replacing his warriors. “You’ll just have to
find a wizard to change your shape.”
“I’d rather you changed yours! You’d make a very good orc.”
“Are you determined to pick a fight?” Elrohir shouted. “Because now you’ve got one!”
He leapt upon his brother and they proceeded to demolish an entire legion of Noldor.
“Hold this, Elladan,” Celebrian said as she pressed a cold piece of meat over his swollen eye.
She clicked her tongue. “Honestly, why are you two brawling again? You should be ashamed of
Elladan and Elrohir glowered at each other.
Then Celebrian smiled. “Isn’t that cute? You’ve managed to give each other identical
Twin groans were heard clear to the stables.