Many years later…

"You know, for full-grown elves, you are awfully clumsy." Aragorn huffed as he regained his breath after a recent battle with orcs.

"It is not my fault that he had a thorn for a knife." Elladan retorted with a prideful lift of his chin.

"It is not my fault I got separated from Elladan's side in that fight," Elrohir added to his own defense. "Those orcs were stupidly bulky."

"I admit that they looked ridiculous…and that I nearly got trampled by their feet," Aragorn said slowly as he went a little crimson. He had not really fought: more like was squeezed like jelly between the massive creatures. "Let me see your wound, brother."

Elladan sighed and began to remove his shirt after he unfastened the buttons of his bloodied tunic.

As he did so, Aragorn knelt down with a bandage in hand. The man stopped short as he saw a large scar with folded skin surrounding it. Aragorn gaped at the mark with confusion. "…Have I seen this before?"

The assumed older twin blinked a little in his own bewilderment and looked down. Realization dawned on his features, and he made a quiet "oh". "You have, you were just too young to remember."

"What happened? Did an orc gouge you with a spear?"

Elladan looked at Elrohir, and Aragorn turned his attention to the supposedly younger twin. The elves sent a silent message to each other and Elrohir slowly unfastened his clothes and moved his shirt up slightly. A similar scar with the same skin folding made their presence known.

Aragorn became baffled. "Did you both do a jousting tournament and stabbed each other by accident?"

The twins ended up laughing at the imagery, but they sobered up and their humor was replaced with thought. "You do believe we are very close to each other." Elladan began.

Aragorn made a face. "If you are not, then I do not know what true brothers are."

"Well, for a time we were physically connected to each other." Elrohir finished. "This is simply the marks of when our father freed us from that bondage."

Aragorn's eyes just became wide with that statement. The scars even looked like a cut made from a knife, from the scars he had seen on other mortals that visited Elrond for one reason or another. He found it hard to believe, but his brothers never lied to him. The man's eyes slowly glanced at each of the twins and in a soft voice asked. "Can you tell me more?"

The elves smiled. "We have time, Estel, to relate the tale of the conjoined twins of Elrond."

A/N Well, that's the end of this tale. Thank you for reading this, and any comments would be very much appreciated. :)