AN: I just wanted to say I love this one.
Episode V: Prank 626
Elladan was starting to feel a bit discouraged.
So far nothing he had come up with had done anything, and he was beginning to think that maybe he had taken the wrong approach.
No Plan since his first Plan had any effect...maybe violence was the only answer.
He shook his head, peeking down the hall to make sure Elrohir was on his way.
While it was true that hitting Belegdur over the head had been fun, he was concerned he might cause actual damage to the prince and that would not be good for Mirkwood-Rivendell relations. Not that they were exactly the strongest of alliances. Rumor had it that there were some times when the only thing keeping Elrond and Thranduil from severing all communications was their mutual fear of Galadriel. Not that she'd attack them, but that she'd invite them to tea.
Tea with Galadriel was always a frightening event, as Elladan and Elrohir could attest. Elladan shivered involuntarily. While an audience with Galadriel was always unnerving as she could see into one's heart and read one's true intentions, tea was ever-so-much moreso because one was forced to make polite conversation, and Galadriel was infamous for her inability to make small-talk.
Most of the time tea turned into one long awkward silence, and the only escape that would work for either Thranduil or Elrond was to claim that they could not attend because they had planned a diplomatic meeting for that same day.
It usually worked, except on the occasion that Galadriel decided Lothlorien needed to participate in the diplomatic meeting as well, for then they would actually have to hold a meeting rather than gathering in some odd study and drinking through a few barrels of very fine wine.
But none of that mattered, Elladan thought with a shake of his head. What was important now was that Elrohir fulfilled his part in this scheme.
For Elladan, unable to come up with a Plan of his own, had enlisted his brothers' help in "pranking" Belegdur. He had convinced Elrohir and Estel that this was just for fun, and they had readily agreed not knowing he was using it for revenge.
And he had come up with the perfect revenge. If Elrohir could just distract Belegdur...
"Prince Belegdur!" Elrohir called as soon as the prince opened the door. "You have to come quick...it's an emergency!"
Elladan shushed Estel as his human brother began asking if it was working.
"What is it?" Belegdur asked crossly. "I'm very busy."
"It's Legolas," Elrohir said worriedly. "He's trying to pick out something for dinner and doesn't know which tunic suits him best as Prince of Mirkwood."
Even from his position down the hall Elladan could see Belegdur's eyes widen. "I'd best help him, then," he said, pushing past Elrohir and practically sprinting down the hall toward his brother's chambers.
Elladan giggled just slightly as he and Estel rushed forward to meet Elrohir.
"I told you it would work," he told his twin and his human brother.
Elrohir rolled his eyes. "But what will Legolas say when he comes in to find Belegdur pawing through his wardrobe?"
The older twin waved off the concern and pushed open the door to Belegdur quarters. "Here we go...Estel, you brought the bag?"
The human held up a large burlap sack. "Right here."
"Good...ah, here we are!"
Elladan threw open the door to Belegdur's wardrobe. "Elrohir?" he asked, holding a jar of molasses out, which the younger twin took without a word.
Grinning deviously, Elladan began sorting through Belegdur's boots, tossing all the ones made for the left foot in Estel's sack and handing the others to Elrohir. Elrohir then poured a small amount of molasses in each shoe and lined them up in the bottom of the wardrobe, being careful not to leave any empty spaces.
"Come on," Elladan beckoned, glancing around and making sure nothing looked out of place. Legolas' room was only a few doors down, so it was possible that Belegdur would be finished soon and find his way back.
"What are we doing with these?" Estel asked, holding up the sack full of left boots.
"We're going to spread them throughout the palace," Elladan explained with a snigger.
"It will take him forever to find them all," Elrohir commented.
"Aye, and then he'll have to launder all of his other shoes."
Both twins collapsed against the wall in a fit of laughter, while Estel looked on with a confused look on his face. "But wasn't he wearing a pair of shoes already? Why can't he just wear those?"
"Oh, Estel," Elladan sighed, putting an arm around his little brother as they slipped around the corner and out of sight. "Belegdur would never wear the same pair of boots he's worn all day to dinner."
And thus Elladan finally got a small amount of revenge, as a rather satisfying scream of frustration echoed through the palace about an hour before dinner.
It would be decades before anyone would forget The Great Boot Caper.
But Elladan still had other Plans in store for the prince...and his next was his most devious yet.
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AN: This was inspired by a quote from Lilo and Stitch, where Jumba says Stitch (AKA Experiment 626) would be drawn to large cities to cause havoc, including stealing everyone's left shoe.
