Disclaimer: I do not own Lotr Blah blah blah... Anea the thief is my own character, I made her up with the creativity of my beautiful round head. This is rated T you will see probably the only swear words you will see in the first chapter... Still hope you enjoy!

Summary: The Elf named Anea has had a troubled life of abuse living in a foster home and all. She steals to get by, but when she meets her kin and brakes into their home, they might just change her. Rated T for language

This has been updated to fix a bit of my terrible writing

First Time Caught

Anea

I skate down the streets of London, picking the pockets of wallets, phones and anything else I can get from the clueless mortals.

I quickly break by a jewelry shop and peek in the window, leaning against the wall and peeking inside to not draw attention from the police. I awed at the big shiny diamonds begging for me to take them, just to sneak in the shop at night and slip those pretty beauties in my pocket! I notice my reflection, standing straighter to get a better look at myself; my odd sliver eyes, dark greasy brown hair that goes down past my shoulders, scarred and swollen nose, and pale lips covered by the hood of my only jacket. My favorite jacket consisting the colors of black and gold, having the symbol WSS for Westminster Secondary School, with a small pin of a gold face of a wildcat on the side, it was the first thing I've ever lifted from someone and it's been with me since I was five to the mortal looks.

I'm now the looks of thirteen and life is going at an easy pace; I'm still forced to live at the foster kid home where the parents who looks after us in the home hate me, as do everyone else for some reason. The father of the house John Ruffins abuses me, punching, kicking, slamming me against walls you name it, the mother of the house Sherry Ruffins calls me names like "useless pig" and makes me do all of the chores and things she doesn't feel like doing. Then the other kids in the house (five girls of the age 15,15,16,17,17 and six boys of the ages 14,14,14,15,18) abuse and make me do things since I'm the "youngest." Yeah sure the youngest who'll pound your bloody face in if given the chance!

I admire the shirts that I've lifted from a store that is a plain white t-shirt with the design of unreadable graffiti on it. I glanced down at my baggy, torn up jeans with holes all around it, and then at my nice pair of colorful trainers, man did I love them! I admire my body build, slim, tall, and slightly buff, I have curve on the hips and a little on the back side but my chest barely seemed to peak out. My hands, dirty, and slim with one gripping the end of my beloved skateboard, with my own little design of color on the back.

My attention and thought was soon drawn to a very looking Bugatti; black at the top with white at the bottom, and four doors, rather fancy. I studied the men that came out of the cars, two had neatly groomed blond hair with one pulled back in a low ponytail, and the other had a sort of silver hair groomed neatly. All three were in nice suits and were obviously rich. I wasn't interested in the car necessarily but what they had on them, wallets with at least a thousand dollars in cash and who knows what else! I waited by the jewelry store while they went into the bank across the street. After about half a hour they finally came back out. When I saw a look on them; the blond's couldn't necessarily pass as twins, the one in the middle looked to be in his mid thirties with hard features while the other one looked to be in his late twenties and pointed, cheeky features. The silver haired one looked to be in his early twenties, soft features but still had pointed cheekbones like the lot of 'em. All three had blue eyes, but each one different in their own way; late twenties had a very clouded blue almost grey, mid thirties had two sapphires for eyes, so blue like the middle of the sea! And the last one had a very light blue, like the sky, but bluer.

Now was the time to make my move, I got on my skateboard and went across the street and down the side walk keeping an eye on my targets unaware of me. Then in one swift move I pickpocket them, I weaved in and out giving a slight nudge to them to distract them as my nimble hands went into their pockets and got their wallets. A perfect lift!

"My wallet!" I heard one of them shriek from behind, how did they find out so quickly! I suddenly heard footsteps charge in my direction. I paddled my skateboard a couple of times to speed up, but they were gaining on me! How could they gain so quickly?!

I quickly turned into an ally and curved around the corners, when I hit a dead end, dammit! I got off my skateboard and turned to face my pursuers, all of them looking piss drunk mad at me yet not breathing as heavy as they should and still standing high.

"There's nowhere to go thief." The sapphire eyes one cursed spitting the last word out like it was some terrible drink.

"Give us our possessions and we'll let you go." The sky blue eyed one said rather gently, he received glares from his brothers but he paid no attention to them. They really think that I can't go anywhere? Wow, they must be stupid.

"Let me think uh... no" I said looking like I was pondering the question.

"You have nowhere to run! And you won't be getting past us so just give up." The foggy eyed one threatened. I started to laugh, I couldn't help it! I brought my arms completely down and made them go limp. I then shook them a bit to get my great invention locked and loaded. I then lifted my hands up as if to surrender but when the long sleeves of the jacket went down it revealed metal claws on my figures that covered the back of the hand. I then in a split second shot my right arm behind me and let the grappling hook out, it griped to the gutter of some building and I retracted, flying over the wall and flipping to the other side. I kissed my invention that I call "Claws for a Thief" I invented them about three years ago and loved them ever since. I put my hands in my pocket to get out their wallets when I felt nothing, nothing at all!

"Looks like she dropped the wallets when she flipped." One of them said trying to hold back a laugh.

"Looks like she left all the other wallets out to, we should get them back to their rightful owners." I marched away furious about what just happened. Dammit, dammit, dammit! That was so perfect, how the hell did one of them find out? Wait think Anea think, slim figure yet strong body, never tired, long hair with piercing eyes, and can feel the slightest touch... Elves! Those three are Elves! I can't believe I've meet some more of my kind! Are they wood elves, maybe High Elves? I don't know or care, I just meet my kindred!

Legolas

We took the wallets to local stores based on the cards they had. Gave them to the employees and headed back to the car. I drove down the street in my beloved Bugatti when I heard my oldest brother Suiadan curse at himself, "I can't believe I let her get away!" He's always been like that, the elf in charge. Being head of security at father's company and captain of the Mirkwood guard he never seems happy. he's always work, work, fight.

"You couldn't have possibly known that she had a grappling hook?" Landion the middle brother lifted an eyebrow at my older brother. Out of the three of us, Landion adjusted to the modern life must faster, he is a computer geek and a genius at that, especially at math. Yet he parties almost every night, and beds a women almost every night. Sometimes I might join him but I never really enjoyed being in a crowded area with sluts just wanting some action in a smoke filled room. I was the second fastest to adjust to this world, but what I like are the cars. Cars, motorbikes, anything that was fast, and looked bad ass.

Anea

I skipped back to the house even with my first failed heist, but I kept on the happy side of meeting my kind. The skipping and humming quickly ended when I saw the house, the old, ugly, towering house that I'm forced to live with the worst mortals I could ever encounter. I walked into the house, head down and trying to seem like I'm a ghost. I was half way up the stairs to my room when I felt a shove, the strong bulky hand easily shoved me, causing me to fall down half a flight of stairs and land on my face, looks like father found me.

"Your mother wants you to do the dishes and make dinner, chicken is in the fridge." The stone voice told. I quickly got up and brushed myself off acting like I wasn't hurt when in reality my back, legs, arms you name it are aching.

I got dinner set and ready, grabbed an apple and went back upstairs since I'm not allowed to eat with them. I spent my time counting my money and my gatherings from my pick pocketing, breaking and entering, heist, etc. I was looking out the window watching the cars go by when I heard a demand of my wretched mother, "Hey rodent, get down here and clean up!" I heard laughs from everyone in the family, but reluctantly obeyed. doing the dishes and cleaning the table. When that was finishes I went back upstairs, grabbed my jacket along with my finding, and headed down stairs to get to the warehouse. I was literally turning the door handle when I heard John from behind, "Where do you think your going?"

"Why do you care?" I snapped back and opened the door, only to be slammed shut again and a thick hand squeezing my left of to death! Shit shit shit, I made a mistake, I shouldn't have said that, dammit!

"You know better than to talk to me that way!" He then kicked my feet under me and I fell, and would have fallen if he didn't have such a tight grip on my arm. He then literally dragged me up the stairs where I fought vigorously to break free or at least regain footing my I was no match for him. He kicked the door open and threw me inside, I then promptly banged my head against the wooden bed frame, and landed on the ground. He then turned off the lights and locked my door behind him. Even without light I am still able to see very well for my elvish eyes, but he doesn't know that. I got up quickly and tried to keep my distance from him in my cramped room. I bobbed and weaved his kicks and punches, but he soon caught on to my tricks and lunged at me. He managed to pin me down on my back after my failed attempts to dodge the attack. he got up and slammed his foot down on my ribs causing two to crack. I gasped for breath and held back the scream that was in my throat, but he just kept kicking. I have to get away from him. He's going to do this for several minutes, then tie me to the bed and leave me there for two days with no drink, food, or anyway to go pee! A flash of light lit up my room and he turned to the window, now my chance. I got up and made a break for the window. jumping through I gripped onto the tree. I then made my way down, put my hood on against the pouring rain, and ran like all hell broke lose, the glass that impaled me fell as I ran. I could hear John's heavy footsteps behind me, but even with several cracked ribs I can still outrun him. I made a left on Cranberry and headed to the warehouse.

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