Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters.
Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just
playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Halfway through the ballet class, Lee was fighting to keep his focus. Watching this man walked up and down the space between the barres wasn't very interesting. Plus, Lee didn't really know all that much about ballet. It didn't exist where he was from. There was dancing, yes, but not this type.
Lee wasn't a talent scout. He was scouting for something else, someone else. Lee wasn't even the man's real name.
Underneath a cleverly contrived disguise, was an elf. Not just any elf but the crowned price of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf.
He had been sent, by his father the kind, to find a lost elf child.
After much searching, it was discovered that the lost child lived in this area and danced in this studio.
The problem for Legolas was to figure out which one of these girls was his lost elf.
He had already narrowed down the field, so to speak, to two of the dancers.
Danielle had been eliminated because her body shape was all wrong. Even living among the race of men, an elf would never grow to look like that.
Myra had been eliminated for a similar reason. Elves were not that thin and ill looking.
Laura was not the one he was looking for either. The way she looked frightened him.
Andrea, well, her attitude and the size of her head forced him to eliminate her.
He was suck between Kim and Emma. Both looked like they could have been elves.
"Get in line, combination one," Spiro called.
The girls lined up across the length of the room with Danielle nearest to Lee and Emma farthest away.
Spiro turned the CD player on, the theme from the film Born on the Fourth of July playing, and stepped back as the girls began to dance.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Spiro asked Lee, after calling out a harsh comment about spotting to Myra.
"I think I may have. After you are done, may I speak with Kim, the one with the red hair, and Emma, the baby as you call hr," the elf in disguise asked.
Spiro nodded and went back to teaching his class, stopping the music and giving a long winded speech about the benefits of using the arms in a ballet.
After repeating the combination four more times, Spiro stopped the music. Apparently, they had done well enough to merit his approval.
"That's it! Get ready for modern," he called.
Emma headed straight for the door, she didn't take modern, but a strong hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Lee wants to speak with you," Spiro informed Emma, semi-steering her towards Lee.
Emma was in shock. She couldn't figure out why this guy wanted to talk to her. She didn't see herself as a good dancer even though many people told her how well she danced.
Getting nervous, Emma began to take down her hair. Her mother had always said that she used her hair as a way to hide when she began to feel uncomfortable.
"Just come downstairs when you're done," Spiro said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
So, who go the part?" Kim asked, batting her eyelashes and leaning on Lee's chair.
Lee ignored Kim's question. He, instead, was watching Emma take her long hair down.
"Did you hear me? Who got the part?" Kim asked, more forcefully.
"Emma," whispered the elf in disguise, slightly taken aback.
With her hair completely down, Emma looked like someone the elf knew. It was then he noticed Emma's ears, for the stuck out of her hair just a bit, and her familiar body structure. With a final mental nod, he decided he had found his lost elf.
"What do you mean Emma? How did that thing get the part?" Kim ranted, her voice soaked with anger.
"She's what I'm looking for," he, simply, replied.
The red headed dancer stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, leaving Emma and Lee alone.
"I'm flattered sir, but I don't want to dance professionally," Emma said, turning towards the door.
"I'm not a dance instructor, child. I am an elf, just like you. I was sent by my father to bring you home," Lee announced,
Not really knowing what to do, Emma bolted. She ran down the stairs, leaving the elf standing there, pondering what he had done wrong.
(AN: First off, please read and review. Good, bad, indifferent I don't really care! Second, again this chapter was aimed at eviscerating the people I dance with. I want to lay bare all their faults because they're a cruel heartless group of people who do not care about the welfare of anyone else but themselves.)
Halfway through the ballet class, Lee was fighting to keep his focus. Watching this man walked up and down the space between the barres wasn't very interesting. Plus, Lee didn't really know all that much about ballet. It didn't exist where he was from. There was dancing, yes, but not this type.
Lee wasn't a talent scout. He was scouting for something else, someone else. Lee wasn't even the man's real name.
Underneath a cleverly contrived disguise, was an elf. Not just any elf but the crowned price of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf.
He had been sent, by his father the kind, to find a lost elf child.
After much searching, it was discovered that the lost child lived in this area and danced in this studio.
The problem for Legolas was to figure out which one of these girls was his lost elf.
He had already narrowed down the field, so to speak, to two of the dancers.
Danielle had been eliminated because her body shape was all wrong. Even living among the race of men, an elf would never grow to look like that.
Myra had been eliminated for a similar reason. Elves were not that thin and ill looking.
Laura was not the one he was looking for either. The way she looked frightened him.
Andrea, well, her attitude and the size of her head forced him to eliminate her.
He was suck between Kim and Emma. Both looked like they could have been elves.
"Get in line, combination one," Spiro called.
The girls lined up across the length of the room with Danielle nearest to Lee and Emma farthest away.
Spiro turned the CD player on, the theme from the film Born on the Fourth of July playing, and stepped back as the girls began to dance.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Spiro asked Lee, after calling out a harsh comment about spotting to Myra.
"I think I may have. After you are done, may I speak with Kim, the one with the red hair, and Emma, the baby as you call hr," the elf in disguise asked.
Spiro nodded and went back to teaching his class, stopping the music and giving a long winded speech about the benefits of using the arms in a ballet.
After repeating the combination four more times, Spiro stopped the music. Apparently, they had done well enough to merit his approval.
"That's it! Get ready for modern," he called.
Emma headed straight for the door, she didn't take modern, but a strong hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Lee wants to speak with you," Spiro informed Emma, semi-steering her towards Lee.
Emma was in shock. She couldn't figure out why this guy wanted to talk to her. She didn't see herself as a good dancer even though many people told her how well she danced.
Getting nervous, Emma began to take down her hair. Her mother had always said that she used her hair as a way to hide when she began to feel uncomfortable.
"Just come downstairs when you're done," Spiro said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
So, who go the part?" Kim asked, batting her eyelashes and leaning on Lee's chair.
Lee ignored Kim's question. He, instead, was watching Emma take her long hair down.
"Did you hear me? Who got the part?" Kim asked, more forcefully.
"Emma," whispered the elf in disguise, slightly taken aback.
With her hair completely down, Emma looked like someone the elf knew. It was then he noticed Emma's ears, for the stuck out of her hair just a bit, and her familiar body structure. With a final mental nod, he decided he had found his lost elf.
"What do you mean Emma? How did that thing get the part?" Kim ranted, her voice soaked with anger.
"She's what I'm looking for," he, simply, replied.
The red headed dancer stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, leaving Emma and Lee alone.
"I'm flattered sir, but I don't want to dance professionally," Emma said, turning towards the door.
"I'm not a dance instructor, child. I am an elf, just like you. I was sent by my father to bring you home," Lee announced,
Not really knowing what to do, Emma bolted. She ran down the stairs, leaving the elf standing there, pondering what he had done wrong.
(AN: First off, please read and review. Good, bad, indifferent I don't really care! Second, again this chapter was aimed at eviscerating the people I dance with. I want to lay bare all their faults because they're a cruel heartless group of people who do not care about the welfare of anyone else but themselves.)