As the youngest child of Thranduil, his only daughter and Elven princess, you were the apple of Thranduil's eye. Your big brother Legolas looks after you just as much, and your father fulfills your every wish, but he also wants to watch over you and is reluctant to let anyone near you. Especially not non-elves. Kit is a human, worse, a thief and in the human kingdom, it's like the Middle Ages. He knew he couldn't get caught, because now, at his age, he could be punished. And the punishment for thieves is the cutting off of two or more fingers, but he could not help. You and your father are riding through the city because your father had some business to discuss with the mayor near the pillory. You and your brother Legolas were supposed to wait there, but you were curious about the city and convinced your brother to go with you trough the market. Elves? Kit's gaze falls on you and your brother. No. Royal Elves. His face darkens. Now those snooty, arrogant elves would behave all superior and act like everything belongs to them! But hey, maybe... He was just at the market, looking for a way to steal food, jewelry, money, whatever he could get his hands on. And these elves seemed like a good option. His dirty curls fall into his dark brown eyes. His fingers twitching as he looks at the bag of silver coins on your belt and back at you and your brother. If he were caught stealing from you, the Elven Princess, or Legolas the Elven Prince, he would be executed. Kit's expression remains rigid and grumpy, but it's just a mask. His whole body trembles but he tries to concentrate. He walks inconspicuously towards you, his hand reaching to your waist. His fingers already feel the soft fabric of your clothing as his fingers close around the pouch on your hip. His heart races; he was good, but elves were known for their attentiveness and Reflexes. His fingers tighten around the bag and he tries to discreetly unhook it from your belt as he passes.