The Elven Thief

Talking and Making Deals

Anea

I start to wake from my sleep, I try to open my eyes but the light is too bright so I close them again feeling my ankle throb and my face feels like it's been hit by a car. What happened? Memories of last night then flooded over me like a river; the castle, stealing the food, looking at the painting, getting caught... again, trying to escape, my ankle getting grabbed by a hand on a motorcycle... oh crap! I suddenly shoot up from the surprisingly comfortable bed, realizing where I am.

"Don't get up so quickly, your ankle was dislocated but it's healing rather fast." A gentle, feminine voice sounded near me. I look to my right to see a women, about early forties with strawberry blond hair that goes down to her lower back, her eyes are a gentle green that looks like a meadow when the light hits them right. She fixes my pillow so I can lean against it then goes over to the door, opening it then closing it with another two clicks, great they locked the door! I study the room I'm in; it's a decent sized room, definitely bigger than mine back home, the wood is very dark, the curtains and comforter are a bright yellow, and the couch across the room is a light grey. I lean against the comfy pillow thinking how to get out of here when I remembered some things, wheres my jacket, my claws, and my bag with all of the food?! I spastically look around the room trying to find my possessions when I hear the door unlock, I look back wide eyed and ready to bolt. The door opens slowly and several people enter, first is the lady who is suspiciously too nice to me, then a man about early forties also with blond hair tied back in a low ponytail with blue eyes wearing a suit and tie, them behind him was three... oh it's Thranduil and his sons, this will be fun.

"I'm glad to see you alright." Thranduil spoke first, why would he be glad of that?

"You going to turn me in, or bring me to the foster home center?" I ask cautiously.

"Give us a reason not too!" Suiadan at the door spat glaring daggers at me. Thranduil held up a hand to silence him then continued.

"It was very clever of you, climbing through the tower using your invention, creeping down like a mouse, you probably would have gotten away with it if my oldest son wasn't such a light sleeper." He then gave a light chuckle, I just kept eyeing him and the door waiting for the right moment.

"But why did you mainly focus on the food, we had valuables all over the house, yet you stuck with the kitchen?" I looked back at him trying to come up with a good lie, instead I changed the subject.

"Where are my jacket, claws, and bag!" I snapped at him causing Suiadan to square up.

"Your jacket is being washed, we took your bag and put all of the food back, and Landion took the time to study you claws."

"I you..." I threaten staring down Landion who only laughed and responded before I could finish, "I didn't take it apart, I merely studied them, and Improved them." I'll be the judge of that!

My attention was quickly turned over to Legolas who gave me the question I didn't want to hear, "What's an elfling in the mortal world thieving?"

"How did you figure it out?" I hastily asked.

"Your tall, lean, and very light on your toes, it's a dead give away."

"Well my reasons are none of your business." I scowl back at him.

"It is when you being asked by the King of Mirkwood," Thranduil spoke up, his voice turning hard, "now why are you thieving?" Crap! What do I say, what do I say...

"Wait, you said something about bringing you to the Foster Home Center?" The lady looked at me curious. I nodded slowly but kept my gaze at the King.