BAM! I woke from my dream with the sound of something crashing to the ground along with a faint sound coming from down stairs, "Pippin!" Pippin? Where have I heard that name before... Oh! Pippin the Hobbit! I shot out of bed and threw on some cloths and bolted down the stairs. When I entered the living room everyone turned to face me, the men that were standing I took noticed: one was definitely the race of men, he had dark brown shaggy hair along with a rugged face he wore a simple black suite with a white undershirt, the old man next to him had white everything! White robes, beard, hair, and staff! I looked at the small bloke next to him and saw he had a red braided beard and hair, wearing just some simple clothes I guess. Finally the four little men next to them, all looked like they could be a child but weren't, they wore simple clothing for Hobbits I guess with suspenders to hold up their pants, they had gigantic hairy feet and curly brownish hair.
"Anea, I would like you to meet the Fellowship of the ring, King Aragorn, Gandalf the White, Gimli son of Gloin, and Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin." Thranduil spoke up from the armchair.
"Yeah figured," I groggily said still in my cranky morning mood. I then saw the shattered vase and tipped pillar on the floor and pointed, "So... what happened?" Merry immediately pointed to Pippin, "His fault!"
"It wasn't my fault!" Pippin shot back whining like a child, "Merry stole my apple so I was chasing him around the house for it when he made a sharp turn, and I didn't turn quick enough and so I ran into the pillar!" Aw poor Pippin and his clumsiness.
"Hey Rildir did you make bacon?" I ask gleeful.
"No Ms. Anea I did not, but I did make omelets."
"Aw man, I don't like omelets." I pout.
"Have you even tried an omelet?" Landion lifted and eyebrow.
"No, but they sound disgusting!" I report. I heard the brothers sigh and the fellowship chuckled which reminded me of a question, "what are you lot doing here anyway?"
This time Gandalf answered with his wise old wizard voice, "We simply came catch up and remind Legolas along with his family that the Fellowship of the ring party at Rivendell will be held next Saturday." Oh lucky they get to go to a party in Middle-Earth while I'll be in that evil foster home! Suddenly I heard a voice behind me and realized it was Tanna, "Anea we're going shopping today." Why?! Why must we go shopping?
"Why?" I tried to sound as calm as possible.
"We are going to get you new clothes, you need them." Wait a second!
"Your suppose to teach me science today!"
"Oh we can do it in the car and as we walk around." Oh hell no!
"No thanks!" I then quickly made my way over to behind the couch where the brothers were sitting and crossed my arms.
"Anea you need new cloths." Tanna pleaded, giving me puppy dog eyes aren't going to convince me!
"No." I simply said.
"Yes." Tanna told.
"No"
"Yes
"No!" This time more sternly
"Yes!" Tanna copied.
"Tanna deary you won't convince her that way, trust me I've lived with Elladan and Elrohir all my life and it never worked." A beautiful sounding voice sounded from the stairs, as she came around the corner I awed at the view. A beautiful elleth with silky brown hair and clear brown eyes wearing a blue and white silk dress that goes just above her knees.
"Anea," Thranduil began, "meet Arwen Undomiel the wife of Aragorn and Queen of Gondor, Arwen meet Anea." I gave a nice smile and nodded.
"So how do we get her even in the car?" Tanna said interrupting the introduction.
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The Elven Thief
FanficThe 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.