Twins
Arwen stared at her two daughters – identical twins with the same dark hair and grey eyes as their mother – and sighed deeply.
With perfect synchronicity her daughters had fouled up their diapers.
Arwen was weary to her bones from endless nights of jumping to the needs of her pretty daughters. Now they stank to high heaven once again and screeched like rusty doors with annoyance at their condition.
Sighing, she picked her daughters up to take them back to the nursery for a new set of diapers.
“Next time I want them house-trained at birth,†the queen of Gondor muttered.