Tiptoe with the Elves
Hey this story might not go on with the LOTR books, like, Frodo and all them never left to the Undying Lands and stuff so yeah, the fellowship is all here in this happy family.
And now starting Legolas and all those other sidekicks.here's:
Tiptoe with the Elves!
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It was a beautiful Tuesday morning. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. Hobbits playing Yathzee..
"For the love of Bywater! I already have a full house! I guess I'll take it as my twos." Sam Gamgee said, writing down on his scorecard.
"Well by the looks of it, it's noon time and I've already beaten you about four times," Frodo Baggins said, shaking up the dice.
"Noon! Oh no I've got to pick up Elanor at her ballet class! Come on!" Sam said, grabbing his coat and they both walked down to Mrs. Bebe Bracegardle's ballet class for young hobbits and beginners.
They lit their pipes and down the road they saw Mrs. Bracegardle finishing up her class, "Ok everyone, great effort to all of you today! Now don't forget to come back on Thursday!"
Little, six-year old Elanor ran up to Samwise, in her fluffy tutu and pink shoes. "Daddy! Daddy! Guess what we're doing?!"
"What, honey?"
"A dance recital! We're going to perform the play, "Flight of the Butterflies" and I'm the yellow one! I'm the yellow one!" Elanor squealed.
"Well that's great, honey. I can't wait to see it." Sam smiled.
"Hi, Uncle Frodo!" She waved at him, "Oh yeah! And we had a new student in our class. He's really good."
"Really Elly, point him out to me." He said, and she pointed her little finger towards the new boy. Sam and Frodo would have laughed if they weren't in shock of who it was.
It was their blonde haired, six-foot tall, elf friend Legolas. He was also in a ballerina suit only without the frilly tutu. He was unlacing his ballet shoes when Frodo and Sam approached them with Elanor.
She ran towards him and hugged his leg, "Legolas! I'm the yellow butterfly! And you're the green one! I can't wait to see you dance again!"
"Why thank you Elanor," He said patting her head, then he saw Samwise and Frodo, "Is this your daddy, Elanor?"
"Yeah yeah, daddy, meet Mr. Legolas!" She grinned broadly.
"Oh yes, hello Legolas," Sam said, trying not to laugh, "It's nice to meet you." He had a sarcastic tone to his voice.
"You as well," He said.
"Umm...well, Elanor, run along with your little friends for a second, while I talk to your friend ok?" He asked her and she ran off to talk to her girlfriends.
"So...you take ballet now? Since when?" Frodo said, examining his pink body suit.
"Well, I know this might look silly, the pink suit and the beginning dance class---" Legolas explained.
"Yeah it does....so why'd you start?" Frodo interrupted. This should be interesting, he thought.
"Well, it's been a dream of mine....the stage. I have nothing else to do for a while. Gimli wanted to go gold mining in the mountains with his dwarf friends and I backed out. Aragorn is now king, and I have no interest of being a servant boy to him, and Gandalf, well he's old and I need to get in touch with my younger self," Legolas said.
"Yeah, ballet defiantly shows your younger, and feminine side," Frodo said, choking back the laughs.
"Now look here, dance is not only for little girls. Grown elf men can take an interest in it too. Plus, it's so graceful." He said starting to stretch.
"You still look like a girl...the hair and suit and everything," Frodo pointed out.
"Ok, watch me dance a little and if you don't think I'm good enough then, I'll drop out." Legolas started to tie his shoes back on and before Sam and Frodo could say anything, he was on his feet.
He was pretty good. He started first with a plie, then he jumped right into a pirouette. He did some more moves with fancy French names, and in the end, he did an ariel.
"Whoa...maybe we're wrong about you, Leggy."
Hey this story might not go on with the LOTR books, like, Frodo and all them never left to the Undying Lands and stuff so yeah, the fellowship is all here in this happy family.
And now starting Legolas and all those other sidekicks.here's:
Tiptoe with the Elves!
```````````````````````````
It was a beautiful Tuesday morning. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. Hobbits playing Yathzee..
"For the love of Bywater! I already have a full house! I guess I'll take it as my twos." Sam Gamgee said, writing down on his scorecard.
"Well by the looks of it, it's noon time and I've already beaten you about four times," Frodo Baggins said, shaking up the dice.
"Noon! Oh no I've got to pick up Elanor at her ballet class! Come on!" Sam said, grabbing his coat and they both walked down to Mrs. Bebe Bracegardle's ballet class for young hobbits and beginners.
They lit their pipes and down the road they saw Mrs. Bracegardle finishing up her class, "Ok everyone, great effort to all of you today! Now don't forget to come back on Thursday!"
Little, six-year old Elanor ran up to Samwise, in her fluffy tutu and pink shoes. "Daddy! Daddy! Guess what we're doing?!"
"What, honey?"
"A dance recital! We're going to perform the play, "Flight of the Butterflies" and I'm the yellow one! I'm the yellow one!" Elanor squealed.
"Well that's great, honey. I can't wait to see it." Sam smiled.
"Hi, Uncle Frodo!" She waved at him, "Oh yeah! And we had a new student in our class. He's really good."
"Really Elly, point him out to me." He said, and she pointed her little finger towards the new boy. Sam and Frodo would have laughed if they weren't in shock of who it was.
It was their blonde haired, six-foot tall, elf friend Legolas. He was also in a ballerina suit only without the frilly tutu. He was unlacing his ballet shoes when Frodo and Sam approached them with Elanor.
She ran towards him and hugged his leg, "Legolas! I'm the yellow butterfly! And you're the green one! I can't wait to see you dance again!"
"Why thank you Elanor," He said patting her head, then he saw Samwise and Frodo, "Is this your daddy, Elanor?"
"Yeah yeah, daddy, meet Mr. Legolas!" She grinned broadly.
"Oh yes, hello Legolas," Sam said, trying not to laugh, "It's nice to meet you." He had a sarcastic tone to his voice.
"You as well," He said.
"Umm...well, Elanor, run along with your little friends for a second, while I talk to your friend ok?" He asked her and she ran off to talk to her girlfriends.
"So...you take ballet now? Since when?" Frodo said, examining his pink body suit.
"Well, I know this might look silly, the pink suit and the beginning dance class---" Legolas explained.
"Yeah it does....so why'd you start?" Frodo interrupted. This should be interesting, he thought.
"Well, it's been a dream of mine....the stage. I have nothing else to do for a while. Gimli wanted to go gold mining in the mountains with his dwarf friends and I backed out. Aragorn is now king, and I have no interest of being a servant boy to him, and Gandalf, well he's old and I need to get in touch with my younger self," Legolas said.
"Yeah, ballet defiantly shows your younger, and feminine side," Frodo said, choking back the laughs.
"Now look here, dance is not only for little girls. Grown elf men can take an interest in it too. Plus, it's so graceful." He said starting to stretch.
"You still look like a girl...the hair and suit and everything," Frodo pointed out.
"Ok, watch me dance a little and if you don't think I'm good enough then, I'll drop out." Legolas started to tie his shoes back on and before Sam and Frodo could say anything, he was on his feet.
He was pretty good. He started first with a plie, then he jumped right into a pirouette. He did some more moves with fancy French names, and in the end, he did an ariel.
"Whoa...maybe we're wrong about you, Leggy."