A/N: Yes, we know this idea has been used far too many times, but this one is differant. One, it is not a romance. Especially not a Legomance. Two, we talk it through before we write it to make it as realistic as possible. Three, we're trying to include several twists that haven't shown up very often before.
We apologise for the shortness of this chapter. Most of them will be longer. Some of them will be too long.
Also we apologise for the poor writing in this chapter. The original draft was better, but it was lost when we were trying to transfer from our non-internet computer. This particular chapter is rather hastily written. Hopefully others will be better. Enjoy!

Disclaimer
I personally doubt our readers need to be reassured that we do not own these, but here goes:
Elven Bunny (Elizabeth): We do not own Tolkien's works.
Butterfly Lion (Hannah): We never got any money from his works, or our fanfiction.
Elven Bunny: We don't even own one little measly character. I don't even own Gil-galad!
Butterfly Lion: In this particular story, we own one character each. I own Hannah.
Elven Bunny: I own Elizabeth.
Both: Liz owns herself, Tolkien owns Elladan and Elrohir and anything connected with Middle-Earth, and Donker and SVC own themselves, thank goodness. We sure don't want 'em.

Please, please review this. Otherwise, how will we know it's been read? Constructive criticism is welcome. Believe me, we can handle it.

(Default Chapter) Chapter One: Halfling

Elizabeth's Point Of View, or POV:

It was a hot summer night.

My sister, Hannah, and I were feeling extremely hyper, so we decided to turn on our LotR CD that our friend had custom made with sixteen songs from the internet. We began dancing to get rid of our energy.

At the moment we were dancing back-to-back to a song called halffling. It's a hilariously stupid short song sung by Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan, and we were getting pretty spastic. Suddenly, on our beds, where no-one had been before, two people appeared.I froze.

I mean, it's nine forty-five at night, you are dancing in your pyjamas and acting like basic morons, when two random males appear in your bedroom. What would you do? Scream at the top of your lungs?

As I said, I froze, and Hannah bumped into me before turning around. We simultaneously grabbed the closest items- for me, a belt, for her, a quilt, and attacked.

As I flailed at the dude on my bed, he grabbed the belt before it could hit his face and pulled me down. Hannah all but attempted to smother the other guy. He grabbed her, flipped her over, and sat on us.

The one I had attacked pulled out some flint and a knife from his bag and lit a torch. He slowly pulled back the quilt to reveal me feebly whacking with the belt, and Hannah chewing on his companion's hand.

" 'Ro, you're sitting on two little girls," he said. 'Ro jumped up, apologising profusely.

"WE ARE NOT LITTLE GIRLS!" yelled Hannah. "Who are you, and WHAT ARE YOU FREAKIN' DOING IN MY BEDROOM?"
"I'm Elrohir," said the one that I had attacked. I snorted. "And I suppose the other is Elladan? Get real."

"I am. We were just walking in the woods, and we appeared here," said the supposed Elladan.

"You expect us to believe that?" Hannah asked."Well, we have some problems here. One, we don't know you, two, you don't know us, three, you're in our bedroom, and four, we're in our pyjamas."

The torch flared as it was raised, and Hannah and I gasped as we caught sight of the men's faces.

They had pointed ears.