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Chapter Twelve. And I Love You Too, Dear Uncles

Harry stumbled into his ornately carved chamber cursing in what he told Lord Elrond was 'French'. If his practice session with Legolas was anything to go by his ability with the bow was severely lacking. By Legolas' assessment he might be able to hit an Oliphant standing in front of him in six weeks or so. Harry didn't like the way Legolas had said that… and what on earth was an Oliphant?

Harry was sure he would not survive six weeks (or another session) under Legolas' tutelage. He was sore all over; even in places he had not idea existed. Rubbing his sore shoulder blades Harry decided he needed something to make him feel better.

Something like revenge on his identical uncles for they embarrassed him in front of Imladris. Even now he could feel the heat of embarrassment surfacing to his cheeks. Their actions earlier did call for war.

However their was a problem, after making Glory dance like a heathen lunatic Elrond had extracted a promise he would not use magic against anyone. Therefore he would have to find a worthy way of revenge without magic – the good old fashioned muggle way.

Feeling rejuvenated by the mere delicious thought of sweet revenge, Harry bounded to his feet and skipped gleefully to his desk.

Half an hour later he had a parchment full of wicked ways to teach his dear uncles a lesson. None of them particularly nice. Carefully folding his parchment he stowed it underneath his downy elvish mattress so that none one would accidentally find his list and use it against him.

The afternoon was spent carefully gleaning his materials from unsuspecting elves to use against their lord's wayward sons. Harry found that he had a charm that easily made the elves trust him, couple that with the fact that he was Elrond's grandson and couldn't possibly do any harm and materials were virtually thrust into his hands.

The cook gave Harry extra honey cakes in case he got hungry during the night. He was told yet again that he was scrawny and needed nourishment. Harry had gleefully took the gifts with a promise to devour them if he felt remotely peckish.

The last piece of the puzzle to finalise his plan would be more difficult to garner. It would have to come from Elrond's stores. Harry was no fool – he would have to convince his grandfather with his most innocent charm to hand over something to make the twins sleep while he prepared his revenge.

Harry found Elrond predictably fiddling with his elvish herbs near the healers' quarters.

"Come in, Elrossë," Elrond called as Harry lifted his fist to knock.

Harry glided in regally to stand before Lord Elrond, who was yet to look up.

"Want some help?" Harry asked picking up a jar of dead plant and looking like a lost child wanting to be close to his elder.

Elrond looked up a trace of a smile graced his lips and he nodded.

"This doesn't look like anything I would find back home," Harry commented still fiddling with the jar. "Everything looks so strange."

"You cannot expect our worlds to be the same," Elrond replied in his soft voice.

"But parts of us are the same," Harry interjected. "I'm sure our healing potions have some properties the same as your herbs and salves."

Elrond smiled gently. "I remember receiving a missive from Lenwë telling me how his dreamless sleeping potion hand 'accidentally' found itself in his teachers' soup."
Elrond laughed lightly. "I would have believed his innocence if Elrohir and Elladan had not done the same trick earlier that week to Erestor."

"If you had the ability to send messages to each other how come…" Harry left his question hanging.

"How come I never communicated with you before?"

Harry couldn't stop himself from nodding. What possible excuse could Elrond have for ignoring him.

"Last I knew Lenwë and your mother had gone into hiding. I had pleaded for them to come to Imladris but Lenwë insisted they would be safe in hiding under some charm. Lenwë asked me not to send him any messages lest he and his family would be found. I was promised by Double Door that if anything happened I would be notified immediately. Know Elrossë sixteen years is a short time for elves…"

Harry snorted. "Sixteen years is a long time."

Elrond set down the mortar and pestle he hand been using and turned to Harry. "That is understandable it is all you have ever known. But I Elrossë have know many, many more years than that."

"You grew impatient?" Harry asked to fill in the uncomfortable silence.

Elrond nodded briefly. "That and I was beginning not to trust Double Door's decisions."

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Elrond knew that was all the forgiveness he could expect from Harry right now.

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Harry skipped gleefully back to his chambers barely able to contain his giggles of delight. After his somewhat serious discussion with Elrond, he had somehow managed to convince his grandfather to give him a selection of elvish herbs one of them being similar to the sleepless draught.

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Darkness fell over Imladris and Harry paced his room unable to contain his delight of the thought of his revenge. He had successfully managed to slip both twins a decent amount of the elvish sleep inducing herbs. It should have taken effect by now.

Tip toeing from his room Harry made a beeline to Elrohir's room. The door creaked open without a problem and he slipped through the opening. He worked efficiently before leaving a scribbled note where Elrohir could not miss it.

After Elrohir had been 'prepared' Harry made his way to Elladan's room with equal success and penned a note…

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"ELROSSË!"

Harry glanced up from his breakfast plate grinning like a fool as Prince Legolas raised a questioning eyebrow. He had deliberately been ready for breakfast early so that he didn't miss the reaction to his revenge mission.

"What have you done now?" Legolas half groaned half demanded.

Harry blinked innocently. "What makes you think I'm guilty?"

"Your expression," Legolas quipped.

Harry ducked his head chuckling well aware that Elrond was staring at him avidly with annoyed grey eyes. Oh well the trouble would be well worth it.

"Oh my! My lords what have you done?" Erestor cried looking out from the entrance door.

Harry choked down his laughter with some difficulty as his two uncles stormed in both clenching a note in their hands.

Elrohir came first brandishing the parchment and crying out furiously something in elvish that Harry couldn't quiet understand. It must have been something very vehemence along the lines of revenge judging by Legolas' winces.

The hall was not listening to Elrohir's threats however, his terrifying display was somewhat dampened by his outfit. His boots were overflowing with oozing thick golden syrup as was his leggings, jerkin and raven hair. Over the top was thousands and thousands of white chicken feathers. Elrohir had to keep spitting out feathers to keep screeching his threats.

Elladan followed close behind his brother in an equally interesting outfit. His face had been painted with red and black berry juice, which Harry had been assured was difficult to wash off, in a designed inspired by the weird human band KISS. Elladan's raven hair had also been styled with golden syrup so that the ends stood up in great towering spikes.

Harry couldn't help it he laughed lightly behind his hand. "I didn't know breakfast was a fancy dress affair."

Elladan sent Harry a withering look. "Don't play innocent games with us, Elrossë!"

"You left a note, cheeky orcling!" Elrohir cried, slapping the parchment down so that Harry could read is own writing:

'I love you too, dear uncle.'

Elrond didn't look so pleased. He stood regally and grabbed the tip of Harry's sensitive ear.

"Oww…" Harry cried and attempted to swat his grandfather's hand way. Elrond gave his ear a slight tug.

"Owwww…." Harry protested.

"Elrohir, Elladan kindly go and clean yourselves up. Elrossë will be up in a moment to scrub away any mess you have made."

Elrohir and Elladan glared once more at Harry before stomping off. Harry could not help but to snort in laughter at his uncle's retreating backs.

Elrond gave Harry's already sensitive ear another tug.

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Harry surmised it wasn't the best idea to leave a signature after a prank. Worse still was to let Elrond near his ears. He rubbed the taper tips ruefully somewhat afraid they would fall off after his grandfather's twisting.

Nor was it a good idea to play a joke when there were royal visitors in Imladris. Elrond had been somewhat embarrassed when Thrandruil merely raised his elegant eyebrow at the twins and smirked. And Elrond's mortification at Harry's behaviour involuntarily made him squeeze Harry's reddening ears a little more tightly despite the feeble protests it caused.

So Harry learned the hard way that having a joke was okay – as long as Lord Elrond didn't find the culprit.

But his punishment had not settled with mere ear twisting it had been extended to scrubbing up his mess, which Harry didn't really mind as long as the twins didn't come up with any revenge while he was cleaning up.

And that was how he found himself in Elrohir's spacious rooms with two buckets of soapy tepid water. With a sigh Harry bent down on his hands and knees and started scrubbing for all his worth. Back and Forward. Back and Forward…

Harry chewed on his lip in annoyance. He rather not be on the floor cleaning up. Today he had a strange urge to be outside doing something constructive.

Back and forward. This was tremendously boring. What he needed was something absolutely ridiculous to sing. Some with a Disney flavour…

"Left and right

Like day and night

That's what makes the world go round

In and out

Thin and stout

That's what makes the world go round

For every up there is a down

For every square there is a round

For every high there is a low

For every to there is a fro

To and fro

Stop and go

That's what makes the world go round…"

Harry had no idea where the song had come from but started singing it quite badly adding in hums where he got lost. He had seen the movie years and years ago, while hiding behind the couch Dudley was sitting in. The Dursley's had left them home alone so Harry had been quite safe in watching the movie. He had teased Dudely all week with the corny little Disney tunes and then running away when his fat cousin decided he was irritated enough to break his nose.

Harry had liked the little boy, Wart, in the story. He was like him and he had liked the old man that had come to rescue the boy as well. His favourite part was when the old man helped Wart clean the kitchen using magic waving his wand like directing an orchestra…

Suddenly Harry had a brilliant idea. What if he used his magic to clean? Sure the fates had not allowed him to bring his wand from his home world. But he had used some wandless magic before…

Harry concentrated on the brush staring intently at it. Nothing happened. Harry growled at the brush which stubbornly lay on the floor and he stared and stared…

Suddenly the little brush zipped along the floor by an unknown force. Harry jumped up gleefully clapping his hands.

A minute later Harry was dancing around the middle of the room orchestrating the brooms and brushes about the floor laughing like a manic. It was working.

It was hard to resist. Harry started singing again another Disney song that he loved to annoy Dudley with whenever he could. Dudley could not handle Cinderella, even if it was a girls' movie because it had magic in it. So singing this song had gotten Harry lots of enjoyment and trouble…

"Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Put 'em together and what have you got

bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

It'll do magic believe it or not

bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Salagadoola means mechicka booleroo

But the thingmabob that does the job is

bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Salagadoola … Grandfather…"

Harry blushed crimson as everything suddenly stopped. He stared at Lord Elrond and an amused Erestor who were standing in the middle of the room watching the show.

Slowly Harry dropped his arms. "I was just finishing…"

"So I can see," Elrond said slowly glancing around the room. "Elladan's room needs to be done still."

Harry ducked his head in shame and nodded glumly. "Yes, sir," he murmured slipping past Elrond and Erestor – the buckets, brushes and brooms bobbed after him like obedient puppies.

"Have you ever seen anything quite like it, Elrond?" Erestor inquired unsure whether to be amused or confused.

"No. I have not seen anything like it in my long years," Elrond replied with a tight lipped smile.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo? What's a bibbidi-bobbidi-boo? Some strange animal?"

"Perhaps you should look it up and find out," Elrond suggested lightly, knowing full well Erestor would not rest until he found the answer and knowing he would not find it in any books he possessed. But it would be fun to see his personal assistant try in any case.

"I'll let you know what I find," Erestor returned seriously with a curt nod of his head.

Elrond smiled after his friend and shook his head…

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I'm so sorry for the horrible time delay on updating this story. I can only plead my business as an excuse so you'll have to forgive me. Hopefully the next update won't take me this long…

Anyone know which Disney movie was mentioned first? Lets see how many of you know Disney.