Title; "How can I tell you apart?" she asked…
Characters; Elladan & Elrohir.
For the 'Knit' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
“Ah,” Elrohir said, “only I am perfect in every way.”
“But my imperfection is entirely his fault.”
“The orc should carry some of the blame!”
“An orc once slashed down my belly. Elrohir stitched me together. Except…”
“That I had been hit on the head and I could not see straight.” Elrohir was trying not to laugh.
“And he sewed me up crooked. The skin knitted well – but we peredhel have a line of hair…”
“Mine is straight – it helps ellyth find my vië in the dark.”
“Whereas mine,” Elladan finished, “is off centre and misses by a finger width!”
vië - proper Quenya for penis.
This is actually a snippet from something I am writing at the moment - every time I thought of 'knit' this scene got in my way! So, unusually, it is a drabble that is not rated G!