A/N: I got all my exams done, I am so glad! Can you believe it? I certainly can't. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter :)

Blondie flicked his hair over his shoulder and pointed at himself. "Glorfindel," he said very slowly, pronouncing each syllable. "Gloooooor-fiiiiindel," he repeated again, exaggeratedly forming the word with his mouth. Harry looked up at him and just raised his eyebrows. Even after the tenth time, he wasn't ready to indulge him. Seeing the questioning look on his face, Blondie turned to Clueless. "Nelion, Neeeeeeeliiiion," he began to over pronounce again while widely pointing at the rather bored-looking man. Harry bit back a giggle. He joined the effort Glorfindel put into this, he really tried.

This had been going on since they had set up camp a little while ago. It had started with him needing to pee and trying to communicate. Now, this has evolved into a whole new thing. At least they had given him some bread to munch on. He didn't feel gracious enough to release Blondie from his torture yet, so he just giggled and shook his head. The spectacle had even attracted an audience. A pair of identical twins had sat down next to him, one on each side. At first, he had tensed up but after a while, he relaxed in their presence.

"I didn't know your name was pronounced Glooor-fiiiiindel," the twin on his right said, ridiculously putting emphasis on the I. Harry grinned, he liked them, they reminded him of someone, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Somehow, he was confused that they had brown hair, he was excepting something else.

"You should have told us sooner, Gooorfiiiiiindel," the other one added. The mischief was resonating from his tone. Harry's grin widened. He liked them, he decided.

"I am at least trying, what are you two doing? Waiting for him to just start talking?" Blondie asked annoyed like it was impossible to happen. Sooner Slytherin and Gryffindor would get along and become best mates then that. What a random thought, Harry noted. He would file it away for later, the thought would have plenty of weird companions. Nonetheless, this seemed to be the perfect moment to throw them a bone.

"Harry," he simply said, pointing to himself. The twins started laughing at the same time, shooting him an affectionate glance. Harry tried to suppress his own mischievous smile. Somehow, he had a feeling that they would get along really well.

"So, he can talk after all," Clueless stated, looking up from the paste he was working on. That was why his name was Clueless, of course, Harry could talk. Did they think he was stupid? Oh god, they probably did. "Hello Harry, my name is Nelion," he continued, never bothering with the childish and dumbed-down tone Blondie was using for him. For that, Nelion got a small smile and nod from Harry.

"At least he is not stupid how I began to assume," Gorfindel muttered underneath his breath, but Harry caught it. Seriously? You don't talk for a day or two after a traumatic incident and suddenly you were stupid? That was it, the child gloves everybody seemingly treated him with had to come off.

"Oh, I had assumed you were the stupid one for jumping around as if you were bit by a rapid squirrel," Harry said, gathering all his courage and smiling sweetly. It was one thing to start talking, another to be cheeky. Hopefully, he wouldn't come to regret his words but on the other hand, what could they do? Leave him alone in the forest? Been there, done that, Harry thought. The blond man froze mid-step and turned back, his eyes wide in astonishment.

"Little one?" he asked hesitantly as if he feared he had imagined this whole encounter. He set his foot down and turned around the eye him. It was amusing to such an obviously seasoned warrior doubt himself. Harry crooked his head and wished he could raise a single eyebrow.

"Tall one," Harry said nonchalantly as if he had been talking this whole time. He raised both eyebrows, looking Glorfindel up and down.

"Tall one? Me, I am the tall one?" He answered, his finger pointed at himself. A smile tucked at his lips.

"Because you are as tall as the trees," Harry replied as if it was a fact, indicating the height with his hand, raising the healthy arm far above his head.

"Because I am as tall as trees?" Glorfindel repeated once more, his voice still filled with wonder. Why did he seem so surprised? Did he think he was the only one who could speak this language?

"Can you formulate your own thoughts, or do you always have to repeat other people's?" Harry asked cheekily. Now, Glorfindel's mouth was hanging open. What was the big deal about this, seriously?

"Can I formulate my own thoughts," Glorfindel muttered to himself in disbelief. He barely seemed to realize what he was saying. He seemed to be stuck on the fact that Harry was suddenly answering him.

"I think you broke him," a voice said suddenly from beside him, startled Harry jumped a little and flinched away. When he turned to see one of the twins, he barely caught the expression on his face, but it disappeared just as quickly. Maybe he had imagined it. He had forgotten for a moment that the twins sat beside him.

"It is his fault for always calling me little one," he pouted. The twin laughed, it was a quick, hearty laugh. They seemed to do that a lot, laugh. Harry liked that about them.

"But are you not little?" The other twin asked from his other side. Harry turned in his direction, he looked exactly like his twin. Something stirred awake inside of him, a memory tugging at his mind. Another set of twins, with hair as red as fire. He put it aside, for now.

"No, am not," Harry disagreed and crossed his arms. He definitely remembered not being little, at least he thought he did. Although he wasn't tall either, he thought. Maybe he would grow taller?

"You seem pretty little to us, little one," the other twin teased again, leaning over with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

"It is not my fault you are as tall as the trees. Anyone would seem little in comparison; I am not a dwarf!" He insisted and shot the twin a glare. The twins just chuckled harder.

"That, little one, is true. Your beard isn't long enough to be one," he stated matter of fact-ly while the other one just ginned. Harry gasped in outrage.

"Are you saying that I have a beard and that it is just too short to be considered dwarfish?" He asked, brows drawn together and fake anger on his face. The twin closest to him leaned back, as if afraid and trying to get out of his reach. He knew they were exchanging glances, planning something.

"Please forgive us, oh high dwarf lord," one of them exclaimed and threw himself to the ground and bowed. Harry's eyes widened, he did not expect a reaction like this. This explained the exchange of looks.

"Yes, oh mighty king of the dwarfs, please don't execute us, show mercy," the other one joined and also dropped to his knees. Mouth slightly agape, Harry looked around for help but Clueless and Blondie conveniently did not meet his eyes. There was only one thing to do.

"Hmpf, mercy. How can I, almighty king, and rightful ruler of the dwarfs, show mercy when you two belong to the tree folk?" Harry answered, trying to sound entitled as if he owned them. "But fear not, you may have your lives in exchange for your servitude;" he added graciously and lifted his chin.

"Yes, King Harry, we will wait on your hand and foot," the left twin said submissively and the other nodded widely, his hair flying around. "We will humbly accept this generous offer."

"And my first act as your king will be," Harry drew his brows together. What did he want from them anyway? There was nothing he wanted or needed right now. "that you, as men-"

A scandalous gasp disrupted Harry before he could finish the sentence. He stopped.

"We are no men, we are elves," the twins stated outraged, and Harry wasn't sure if it was real or also faked. He looked him up and down. Was this still part of their play? He thought, if he, Harry, could be a dwarf, why couldn't they be elves? But the twins seemed to be rather serious and even a little offended that he had thought them to be men. And they did look otherworldly and pretty after all. Could it be?

"Where are your ears then?" Harry asked still skeptical. He would not so easily be pranked. The one who spoke, he really needed to learn their names, pulled his hair back revealing pointy ears. Harry audibly gasped and took a step back.

"No way, those have to be fake! House elves are not as pretty as you," he explained shaking his head. No, this cannot be true, it seemed so wrong to him but also just, just right.

"Oh, you think we are pretty?" Somehow, this statement made the heat creep into his cheeks. Anybody could see that they were pretty, he defensively thought. It was not his fault that they were beautiful. "What are house elves?"

Harry just shrugged, too overwhelmed to answer and not even sure what he would say if he could. They were elves, he couldn't deny it. Actually, he was a little mad at himself that he hadn't realized sooner that they were no men. It was quite obvious now that he thought of it. The fluidity in their movements and skin that seemed to glow. Also, it was a little odd that they were carrying around swords and bows and arrows, now that he thought about it.

"That is why we speak Sindarin and not the common tongue right now," Clueless added. "It is quite curious that a young one such as yourself can speak it and so well," he added and regarded Harry with a searching gaze. Harry shifted on his feet.

So, they were saying that they were not speaking English right now? He had been so sure. Did this mean that he also didn't speak English? How was that possible? There were so many things that weren't adding up.

"Who taught you?"