Author's Notes: Hi folks! I'm finally back. Sorry for taking so darned long. I was having massive writer's block. The only reason I got this chapter out was because I happened to listen to the Mission Impossible theme song on my computer, and was inspired long enough to write this. Obviously this chapter is heavily influenced by the Mission Impossible theme song. I can't guarantee any more chapters immediately, since I'm still struggling, although I now have a better idea than before of what's going to happen. I definitely promise some more chapters. Just be patient and don't flame me.

Reviews are highly encouraged. Now, on with the tale:

It was late at night. The city of Rivendell rested peacefully inside their bedchambers, well, except for Elrond, their leader, who was being treated for shock. Originally it was just to patch him up after Glorfindel's ride, but apparently the healer's had been to Gondor as well and bought back some upgrades. The combination of large bleeping machines and the one healer's icy cold stethoscope put poor Elrond into a state of shock, which was why the healers were using their large bleeping machines to bring him out of it. But everyone was sleeping silently, all but one.

A certain elven brunette stuck her head out from a bush, a plant she was lately becoming well acquainted of. Arwen peered through the darkness and managed to spot an old greenhouse, which Glorfindel had changed into the garage. The garage where his motorcycle was kept.

"At least his bike shall be mine. And I can ride it to all the parties and be the most popular elf in an Middle Earth." She cackled to herself, "Even more popular than Legolas, that slut"

Checking to make sure the coast was clear, she jumped out of the bush, pausing to pull one of the many sticks out of her hair. Using the dark of night to conceal herself, she quickly sneaked over to the greenhouse/garage, humming the Mission Impossible theme song loudly under her breath. With amazing, albeit rather clumsy, agility she climbed up to the top of the greenhouse/garage. Once on the roof Arwen then crawled over to where an open window was, about 7 feet off the ground. Quietly she lowered herself into the window, using some stacked empty flowerpots to break her fall. She was now inside the greenhouse/garage. She hid herself behind the stacked flowerpots, making sure that she really was alone. Once she was sure no one else was there, she came out into open view, dusting herself daintily. What she didn't notice was that the hem of her sleeve touched an already unstable flowerpot on the edge of the pile. It tilted, but thankfully didn't fall.

The greenhouse/garage was huge. Plants, flowerpots and large bags of fertilizer were all stacked on the side where Arwen was, but that was about the only indication that the room had ever been a greenhouse. Glorfindel had been busy. On one wall tools and other miscellaneous stuff were hung up. Spare parts, dirty rags and grease stains decked the floor. What looked like a workshop table was shoved against another wall. More tools and dirty rags lay on the table. And in the center of the garage, stood what Arwen was after. Glorfindel's bike.

"It's even more amazing at night" Arwen observed how the darkness gave the motorbike an almost feral look. moonlight reflected off the paint job giving it a glowing quality and any scrapes (if there were any) were completely hidden from view.

Arwen was about to step forward towards the plant, when her dress brushed up some dirt on the floor. The dirt wavered over the air for a moment, then settled back down. But Arwen saw all she needed to see. A hint of red was visible through the dust. They were red beams, made visible by the cloud of dust.

"Security beams" She realized, "One touch and an alarm will blow. No way can I get past those Glorfindel was better than I thought"

Thinking quickly, Arwen searched and found a bag of fertilizer that was way past the expiration date. It was probably purchased back in the 2nd age. She lifted the heavy thing up, not an easy feat for her weak frame, and opened it up. Sure enough, the fertilizer was so old it turned into dust. She pulled the bag onto her shoulder and sprayed the dust all over the garage. Sure enough, red beams became visible all over the garage. Beams ran across the tables, near spare parts, and the bike especially.

"Blast it!" Arwen cursed, "I'll have to deactivate it. But where's the control panel?" She looked around, but saw no control panel in sight. Then again, she could hardly see anything other than the beams. There was no way she would find it this way, and with those beams she couldn't stumble in the dark without activating the alarm. Since she couldn't turn the security system off, she would have to make her way around it.

Using the stack of flowerpots Arwen climbed up and pulled herself back onto the roof. Despite Glorfindel's drastic changes to the ex-greenhouse, it was still made of glass. Very strong glass, but glass none the less. She crawled over to the part of the roof where she guessed was directly over the bike. It was hard to tell in the dark. She took off her high heeled shoe and gripped it in her palm. Then, using all strength she had, she slammed the heel into the glass. Sure enough, the glass broke, including the part she was currently on. Arwen felt herself tumble into the abyss below, and quickly grabbed the metal frame, barely saving herself from falling.

She looked down and prayed to Valar the glass peices didn't touch the security beams. Fortunately they didn't. Unfortunately Arwen had been a little off as to the location of the motorcycle. It lay harmless on the ground, a good 5 feet away.

"At least the glass didn't get on it," She muttered to herself. She may have been off, but she could still make it. There was another part of the metal frame exposed, which she swung over to and managed to get a grip, like the monkey bars. She was closer to the bike, but still a few feet off. "I could make that jump" Arwen thought, "If I can manage to land on the bike without touching the security beams, I'll be home free. I might set off an alarm when I ride out of here, but it'll be too late by then" She prepared to make the swing. There weren't many security beams in the ceiling, oddly, so they wouldn't be a problem. Only if she missed the bike would there be a problem. And even though it was only a few feet, the bike looked far away.

Arwen gulped, "I can do this, I can do this" She told herself. Slowly she swung herself on the bar, bracing herself. She felt sweat trickle down her forehead. She gave an extra power swing, and let go of the bar. Her body flew through the air, getting closer to the bike, three feet, two feet, one feet. She felt herself began to descend and spread out, hoping, praying that she would land on the bike. She saw the bike neatly below her, and land squarely on the seat. She felt the motorcycle and probably the ground as well tremor beneath her. But she didn't fall off, nor did she set off an alarm. Relived, she let out a breath she didn't even know she had been holding.

But her relief came too sound. The tremor from her landing on the bike caused the pile of flowerpots to shake ever so slightly. The one flowerpot, made perilously unstable thanks to Arwen's sleeve, fell off the pile and onto the ground with a loud crash. Instantly red lights started flashing and a loud siren blared. Up in the rest of the palace, figures bounced up from their beds at the sound, including Elrond, his shock now either cured or multiplied, and a certain blond elf.

"A thief!" Glorfindel shrieked, "A thief in my garage! He's stealing my bike!"

He leapt out of bed and ran out into the hallways. Several elves stuck their heads out of the room and stared at the speeding elf lord. Celeborn and Thranduil realized dimly what was going on, and followed Glorfindel. Elrond stumbled out of the healing chambers, pulling an IV needle out of him and grumbling angrily. Glorfindel whizzed past him, causing Elrond to lose his balance and tumble into Thranduil, who grabbed him by the arm and pulled him with them. Glorfindel pulled a random sword hanging off the wall and headed down into his garage, elf lords following. Someone was trying to steal his bike, and he was pissed beyond reason.

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Arwen panicked. She knew Glorfindel was on his way, probably with her father following suit. All reason left her and she leapt off the bike, not caring that she was touching the security beams, and ran to the door leading to the outside. She kicked the door open, an amazing feat made only possible by her adrenaline and panic. Quickly she sped out of the garage and dove into the nearby bush. And just in time, cause just then Glorfindel slammed into the garage from the other door, his sword held up menacingly.

"Alright who's there?" He demanded, "Show yourself!"

No one answered. Glorfindel flicked on the lights and looked around to see if the thief was hiding. He cautiously stepped over to his bike, grateful that it was still there. He was tense, as if prepared for an attack at any moment. His foot went down and landed on a piece of glass, breaking it. Glorfindel looked down at the glass, then up at the ceiling. Sure enough, there was a large hole in the ceiling. " The point of entry" He looked around for any other signs of the burglar, and saw that the door leading to outside had been forced open from the inside. "The point of exit" He also saw a shoe or something on the floor about 5 feet away. Curious he dropped his sword and went to investigate. He picked it up and examined it closely. It was a high heeled shoe, size 6.

"Arwen" Glorfindel realized, his voice dripping with hate.

By this time Elrond, Thranduil and Celeborn had managed to catch up. They were leaning on the doorframe, panting heavily. Glorfindel looked at them and sighed, then stuck the shoe in a pocket. They didn't need to know.

Thranduil regained his breath first, "What happened?"

Celeborn came second, "And what was that loud wailing?"

"And those flashing lights" Thranduil added.

Glorfindel sighed again, "My security system of course. I installed it to make sure no one would steal my bike" He paused, "Honestly I thought it would be one of you guys"

The elf lords flashed him a glare that would make a Balrog cry for his mommy, but before they could say or do anything Elrond finally stood up.

"I'd suggest" He drawled, "That we go back to bed, and worry about this in the morning"

There was something in his tone that suggested that he was not to be contradicted. Probably because he was dragged on a way too fast bike, hit on the head with a branch, knocked into a state of shock, and pricked with an IV needle all in one day. Celeborn and Thranduil complied and went back to their rooms. Glorfindel followed, but not before turning off the lights, which baffled Elrond, and resetting the security system. The control panel had been hidden inside the hallway just outside the garage. Just before Elrond left, he looked at the garage with a sorrowful face.

"Speeding hunks of metal, beeping healer toys, cold necklaces on bare skin, and fascinating lights" He sighed, "What next?'