Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews, they really mean a lot! Before I forget, the disclaimer…I don't own Tolkeins creations and I doubt I ever will. sighs I only own Becka, and maybe some more later…I wonder though, if I did own Tolkeins' masterpieces/characters would it still be called fan fiction?

Chapter 2 First Impressions are not necessarily good impressions…

Elrohir's POV

Elrohir and Elladan landed in a noisy heap on a wooden floor. Which was quite odd since they had been in a forest only moments earlier. Struggling to untangle himself from his twin, Elrohir attempted to look around at his new surroundings.

"Elladan get off my foot!" he whispered vehemently.

"I'm not on your foot, your on my hair!" retorted Elladan

After a few moments of swift arguments the twins managed to separate themselves and were able to examine the room they were in. It was sparsely furnished, with wooden boxes of some sort. Books were stacked everywhere, and there were some metallic looking, oblong boxes near a table that had been built into the wall. The room seemed deserted until Elladan looked up and noticed a strange shelf near the ceiling of the room. There was a sleeping figure on the shelf. As Elladan approached the figure moved slightly as if sensing his presence.

Swiftly, both elves drew their daggers.

Becka's POV

Becka awoke to a loud thumping. Her first instinct was to see what had caused the noise (No doubt the neighbors upstairs). Deciding that she was too tired to deal with Mrs. Upstairs' problems, she had nearly fallen back asleep when she heard a sharp whisper.

"Elladan get off my foot!" the stranger IN her room said.

She lay very still while she listened to the reply, and began to do some VERY fast thinking. "My mom told me to stay away from the city" was one thought. As well as "Now what am I going to do?" being another. Becka suddenly remembered the item that her friend had given her when she moved in. It might help. But then came the problem of where the thing was. "I know I wanted to keep it safe and away from my cousins…" Then she remembered where it was hidden. She would have slapped her forehead if she hadn't been feigning sleep. Slowly she reached under pillow and just as her hands were closing around the vial, one of the intruders spoke to her.

"Reveal your identity and explain who dares to abduct one of the eldar! Speak quickly!" said the strange voice.

Too angry at this little revelation to continue her "sleeping" act, Becka jumped out of her bed and dropped to the floor.

"I hate to point it out bud, but you're the one who has broken into my flat!" Becka yelled to the one she thought might have been called Ellodir, startling the intruder. She brandished her vial in front of her and waited for a reaction.

Becka used the opportunity to stare at these would-be burglars while they tried to say something coherent. They were males, both of them. They were both wearing strange clothing that looked like something out of a renaissance fair. And though it was dim in the room, they looked identical…possibly twins. What worried her though was that BOTH of them had some very sharp looking knives in their hands and neither one looked intimidated by the vial she had pointed their way.

After no answer was swiftly apparent (at least in her mind) she shouted, "Well! What are you doing in my flat! I don't have anything worth stealing, so get out before I call the cops!"

"We are not common thieves milady!" was the indignant retort from one of the intruders. Elliodain she thought he might have been called?

"If you are not COMMON thieves then what kind of thieves are you! Your not those creepy stalkers that have been haunting the dorms are you?" Shouted Becka. "Just drop your weapons and get out of here!" she continued. Inwardly she was starting to feel more than a little nervous. She had forgotten all about the dorm incidents until she started shouting them out loud.

"An elven warrior never surrenders his weapons!" came the reply. Becka thought it was the same one who had spoken to her the first time.

"Release us from this treacherous spell witch, and surrender the palantir and we shall happily go about our way!" said the other one.

"I am no witch!" screamed Becka. "And what in the name of all that is good is a planterri! Not to mention WHO are you!"" she continued.

"My name is Elladan and this is Elrohir" said the man on her left. "I would ask your name witch, out of politeness, but it seems that manners are beyond your understanding" he continued.

"For the last time I am NOT a witch! My name is Becka since you so KINDLY asked, and you are the one who doesn't have any manners! After all, YOU'RE the ones who have snuck into MY apartment!" Becka shouted at the top of her voice.

Once again the intruders seemed slightly surprised. They began talking to themselves in a language that Becka couldn't understand. Apparently they came to a conclusion quickly. They sheathed their weapons (much to Becka's relief) and for a moment looked as if they would walk out of the apartment. But swiftly, more quickly than Becka could comprehend they changed directions; Her direction to be precise. She felt strong arms grabbing her shoulders and quite suddenly she found herself looking into the face of one of her attackers (Elrohir she guessed) while the other held her arms tightly behind her back. (Elladan?). She managed to hold onto her vial.

"I will ask again milady" said Elrohir in a deadly serious tone of voice, "Where is the palantir, and why have you brought us here!"

Becka had had enough. Her home had been broken into and now she was being accused of being a thief and a witch! These guys were obviously unstable, and they had her! Thinking quickly was difficult when the panicking part of her mind continued to think of all the bad things that happened to women in the cities.

She slumped against her captor, as if feigning defeat. Elladan's grip loosened slightly to compensate, and it was all the opening she needed. She kicked behind her. She was glad to hear a grunt of pain as her foot connected with his groin. Becka pulled her hands free, and brought up the vial to Elrohir's face and pressed the button.

The pepper spray hit him squarely in the eyes. His yelp was more than satisfying. Needing no further encouragement she ran for the door, throwing it open and dashing into the hall; directly into the arms of a cop.

"There are some freaks in my apartment!" she shouted.

The cops needed no more encouragement and ran into the apartment and swiftly disarmed and restrained the two men. They were swiftly led away, one shouting something about being blinded, while Becka's nerves caught up to her. She started trembling, and was surprised when a firm hand took her arm and led her into her flat and nudged her into a chair.

"Are you all right?" a kind voice asked.

Becka looked up to see Owen Hunter, one of the neighbors on the floor below hers.

"I heard yelling and called the police." Owen said

"I'm fine thanks" was Becka's reply

Owen nodded and left after he had been thouroughly convinced that Becka was unharmed. However, instead of the peace and quiet she craved, Becka found herself going to the police station to give a statement and formally identify her attackers. Needless to say, it was a long time before Becka was finally able to get some sleep.