My hood covered my face as I waited. The tax cart would be pulling up soon. My hands reached for an arrow and nicked it into place. I drew back the string of my bow as I heard the wheels of the wooden cart pulling up. I jumped out and shot. My arrow struck its mark and I hopped on the cart. I pulled the horse in the direction it came from. It headed towards the town of Mirkwood. When I reached the town the people cheered.
"Ciryatan!" They called out as I handed the bags of money to them. That was my name. Ciryatan Bryeton. It meant hooded one cause I always wore a hood. I loved handing out money to the towns people and seeing the looks on their faces when I do. This is what I have been doing since I was 50 years of age. I ran away from home when I was 45...but thats another story. I was now 300.

As soon as the cart was empty I leaped into the trees and jumped from branch to branch till i reach my camp out in the trees. A small wooden house that had five rooms. Four bedrooms, and a eating hall where My friends and I meet to discuss plans. I swung through the window and landed on the floor. Here is a list of my friends..or gang as they call themselevs.

Elros- Male

214 years of age.

Brown hair and brown eyes. Talented with a sword and bow

Dior- Female

246 years of age.

Red hair and green eyes. Talented with a cross bow and daggers.

Rian- Male

305 years of age.

Black hair and hazel eyes. Talented with an Axe and swords.

Anyway... Dior and Elros were together..and poor Rian liked me..but He never would do anything about it.

When I jumped through the window all of them were waiting for me.

"And that makes 14 carts this month. New record goes to Cirya..." They call me Cirya. I laugh and turn to Rian.

"Beat that..." I stick my tongue out and he chuckled softly.

" I'm going with you next time..." He said. I shrug.

"Fine but I am in charge.." I smirk and walk to the table where we had a map.

"Whats new with the king?" I ask and Dior points to a small stag statue that represented the king.

"He is coming back from Rivendale today. Do we attack?" She asks. I shake my head.

"No. Me and Rian will go. I need you two on the west path, because there is a cart of jewels from the dwarves of Erebor coming. If you two intercept this cart then we can use the white gems of pure starlight, that Thranduil desperately desires to bargain for money to give to the people. Got it?" They all nod.

"So the cart comes at not past four...thats soon. Leave now so you can scout." They jump out the window with their weapons and race through the forest. I smile as I grab my bow and quiver of arrows. Then Rian and I left as well. I race through the forest with him on my heels until we got to a part of the forest that was near the roads the King would be taking. I waited patiently for the king to arrive and finally I heard the hoof beats of his stag. I jumped out and realized it was a trap.

'Rian go!" I Turn to go as he leaves only to run into a wall of guards, spears held at me. I raise my daggers as to fight but a hand grabs them from behind me. I Follow the arm to a pair of blue eyes and blonde hair. Ugh...The prince. He takes away my bow too and pulls my hands behind my back.

"I've been waiting to do this for a long time." He whispers in my ear and I roll my eyes. I am pushed to the castle on foot and when we get there, I am forced upon me knees in the great throne room. My hands are tied behind my back, And my hood is still up. The king walks in and looks at me.

"Ciryatan Bryeton...The famous thief. You steal from the rich and give to the poor...how pitiful. Lets see who you are..." He pulls back my hood and my long platinum hair falls past my waist.

"Such beauty...tsk tsk... to bad it will be wasted...after all, you broke a law and must be punished." He ran a hand through my hair and I shuddered. The prince smirked as he leaned up against a wall with his arms crossed. I stick my tongue out at him and he chuckles soflty. I smirk.

"But if you renounce you thieving and give it up I will break off the punishments." Thranduil walks up to his throne. I pretend to think about it..

"Hmmm...Lets see...Give up helping the people? NEVER!" I laughed. He slaps me hard.

"Take her down to the cells..." Two guards pull me away to the cells of Mirkwood palace. When they leave I smirk and pull out my lock picking set. I started picking the lock.

"Go down and search her. She is a thief so she will try to escape." Legolas nodded and headed down tot he cells. I had almost gotten the lock picked when a pair of swift white hands swiped it from me. I grumbled and pulled out a a dagger. I started to try with that as well. He took that too... Next was a bobby pin. This time when he took it i stabbed him with it first.
"Done yet?" He asked and i rolled my eyes. He motioned for a guard to come and unlock the cell...and he slipped inside.

"I was told to search you." He said slightly smirking.

"Oh good... I could have anything down my trousers.." I respond as the captain of the guard comes in.

"Or nothing.." She grumbles. Legolas laughs at that and pats me down.

He found Three knives, Five swords, Three smoke bombs, Four sharp objects, My other lock picking set, and six bobby pins. Then he checks my hair..Two more daggers holding a small bun. I growl.

"You just ruined my hair..."He laughs again.

"Well I like it down better." He turns and locks the cell. Then he and the captain headed up stairs. Ther3e was something about him that made him intresting.