*looks from you to your briefly oblivious twin and back (and back again) and then it finally clicks (but then his brain's been working sluggishly at best, lately)*
Oh. You must be Elliott (Elrohir?). *walks into the room to offer a handshake* I'm Ecthelion. *nods to your brother with a faint smile, remembering that Glorfindel said he can lip-read* It's fine. It's not grating or anything. Just a "little" sharp. *with the smallest hint of mischief* But the staff will never complain about their lord's honored guests so you should probably take advantage of it.