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tools  2. One Twin  On the morning of the Opening Ceremonies,
Elrond and Elros awakened before the sun had risen. The soft
moonlight illuminated Elrond’s face, and Elros reached out to
touch his brother’s cheek even as Elrond did the same. Their
fingertips touched skin; this was no dream. They both began to
laugh and embraced each other.  “I thought you were merely an
image in a mirror,” Elrond said.  “If I had been, I would have
reached forth with my left hand, not my right as you did,” Elros
said.  “A dream then.”  Elros stroked Elrond’s cheek. “I thought
you were a sweet dream as well.”  The twin brothers rose and
bathed together in lavender-scented water. Elrond wore a robe of
deep burgundy with golden embroidery; Elros chose a robe of
similar fashion but in royal purple with silver embroidery. Even
so, the two were splitting images of each other, and the night
of restful slumber in the Elven lands had wiped away even the
minute traces of care-