AN: I can't believe the reviews I keep getting. You guys are the best and
I'm glad you all like my little story.
a fan of LotR and dance (again): Thanks! You'll have to wait and see what her parents do. Her mother still has an important role to play.
Lomiothiel: As always, thanks for your review! You'll see what they do in the coming chapters. There may even be a bit of a surprise in store for Emma's mom.
PixiePea000: You try typing at 2:30AM! I'm glad you liked the fact my mom showed up. By the way, GOLLUM!
Bean02: Many thanks from this broke college student. I'm happy to see so many people liked my dancers. They're really like that in person. Thanks for the vote of confidence in my idea.
kurleyhawk2: I will try. I will try.
Elleiadrieal: I'll try to keep posting, I really will. I'm really, really, really glad you like my little story.
TwinkieFreak: Its set post Return of the King, which will come into play a bit later on. On your idea, Legolas and Emma are the main characters but they'll be no romance. She's a whole lot younger than he is.
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.
The elf did not return to the dance studio the following Saturday, nor did he show up the Tuesday after that. Emma had not seen hide or hair of the elf for many months. She became aware, however, of something watching her. A something that she would only catch a glimpse of out of the corner of her eye. She began to assume that this fleeting thing was Legolas but she had no proof to back that up.
One Saturday, towards the end of winter, costumes arrived. Emma, along with the rest of her ballet class, sat on the floor as Spiro and Kim passed out the incredibly small plastic bags that contained their costumes.
Just after Emma received her incredulously tiny bag from Kim, the door flew open. Since she was sitting behind the door, she was nearly crushed.
"You shouldn't sit there, kid. You might get hurt," Michelle said, as she strode into the room.
Behind her was Legolas, who looked totally and utterly bored.
"Sorry to interrupt you Spiro, but we just couldn't wait," she gushed to the dance master.
Spiro gave Michelle a dirty look and went back to handing out bags of wigs.
Meanwhile, Legolas scanned the room searching for the other elf. He found her sitting directly behind him.
"Well met," he said, adding a phrase in a melodic sounding language.
"Um..hi," Emma responded, perplexed by the rest of the words he had said.
"Have they all received their costumes?" the piggy owner of the studio asked.
Spiro gave a scathing glance around the room and replied, in an annoyed voice, "Looks that way."
"Well, let's leave them to their changing then," she said, taking one of Spiro's arms in her fat hand and one of Legolas's arms in her other fat hand.
She started dragging them toward the other side off the room so she could close the divider and let the dancers change in relative privacy.
Legolas broke her grasp with a sharp twist of his own arm.
"May I have a moment to speak with Emma? I believe I owe her something," he requested, politely.
Michelle, grudgingly, nodded. She was hoping that Lee had forgotten the costume part he owed Emma.
"How about this," she proposed, her fat face full of glee, "you let Emma get changed over here and, then, she can come over there and you two can have your little meeting."
She didn't want her "staff" and chosen others to see Emma get something they would not be receiving. That would lead to questions she'd rather not have to make up answers for.
Before the elf could reply, Michelle called for Emma to cross over to the other room when she was in full costume. She then dragged Spiro and Lee into the other room and shut the divider behind her.
"What am I suppose to do with this?" Andrea called, pulling out a vest.
"Wear it you idiot," Myra called, trying to pull pants over her sweats and failing miserably.
"I got one better for you. What in the world is this?" Kim asked, pulling out a length of black cloth.
"Oh.I know what that is," Danielle said.
She grabbed the cape and began to run around the room yelling, "I'm Batman!"
Emma shook her head and continued to work her way into her costume.
"Alright," she thought as she worked her way through her shirt and brown over tunic, "this goes under here and that goes over it."
Once she was dressed, which was well before everyone else, she took stock of her costume in the mirror. The only thing missing were the arm bands Legolas had promised to retrieve for her.
She opened the divider a few inches and squeezed her way into the other room.
Michelle and Spiro were off by the stereo, arguing about something she could only guess. From what she heard, a scant few snippets, they were arguing about the length of the ballet.
Lee was standing off by "her spot," glancing around the room.
The elf turned to face her even before Emma had said she was there. He gave her a friendly sort of smile.
"You wanted to talk to me?" she asked.
Legolas gave Emma a good once over. He shuddered inwardly about how uncanny in their closeness their appearances were, especially, in that costume.
"I believe I owe you something," he said, pulling two leather objects out of his jacket.
"Thanks so much," Emma said, turing them over in her hands.
They were stiff and smelled like actual leather. A design had been etched into them but they felt unused. She could not figure out how to get them on, though.
Legolas saw the confusion, mixed with an appreciation for the work done on the arm bands, on the younger elf's face.
"Let me help you," he said, suppressing a smile.
Emma handed the elf the two arms bands and held out her own arms.
As he attached them to her arms, he said, "There is no need to thank me, Emma. Things such as this are easy to come by in my home. I should say in our home, since you are also an elf."
Emma looked at the two leather bands attached to her arms with a new kind of amazement. She still hadn't gotten use to the idea of being an elf and, what's more, the idea of her being from an entirely different world still frightened her a little.
"Can I ask what you said to me before, after you said 'Well met?' It sounded really pretty," she asked, upon seeing Michelle and Spiro take their argument outside.
"I forget that you do not know our language. It was just a simple greeting in elvish asking how you were and wishing you well," he replied.
"Really?" Emma, simply, asked.
"Yes, really. When you come with me, I can teach you our language. Only if you want me to," the older elf proposed.
"That would be really cool! You speak my language so that must mean not everyone speaks elvish where you're from," Emma surmised.
"That is true. Many of us also speak this language in order to communicate with the race of me," Legolas explained.
He started to say something more, when, suddenly, the divider flew open.
"Are you two planning on joining us?" Michelle asked, her voice tinged with anger.
"If you would have given us some warning, Michelle, we would have come sooner," Legolas replied, vouching for himself and Emma.
Emma scurried off to join the rest of her class---a class that looked very uncomfortable in their costumes.
"What do you think?" Spiro asked Lee, ignoring the praise Michelle heaped upon her chosen students.
"If I may say, Spiro, none of your dancers are carrying themselves in the proper way. Do they have any knowledge of the books or film?" he said to the dance instructor.
"Other than myself and Emma, no one has. Do you have any advice you can offer?" Spiro requested.
"I do believe I can. We did something similar to this in my studio many years ago," the elf replied with a mental laugh.
His knowledge was more of the first hand variety, having lived through the events these dancers were depicting.
"Girls!" Spiro called, "Lee has something to say, so listen up."
The class turned with an audible groan. They didn't want to hear anything from the man that had chosen weird little Emma over any of them.
"I thank you Spiro. Now then, you are all carrying yourselves incorrectly for your parts. Kim you may look like you are wearing a travel worn costume but you are really the lost king in disguise. Do try to convey that correctly. The rest of you put your wigs on. Hobbits have curly hair not whatever types of hair you may have now and you all do not have the same personality. Andrea, your character is central to the story. He carries the ring. Danielle, you are Andrea's best friend and loyal servant. Try to make that aspect of his character come through your costume. Laura and Myra, your characters are tricksters, fun loving types who have good intentions," he explained to each dancer in turn.
"What about that?" Kim said, pointing at Emma.
Legolas regarded the younger elf for a few moments.
"She carries her part off very well. She has a natural elven grace about her," he replied, causing Emma to blush.
"You sure about that?" Andrea asked.
"An's right. She looks like a boy stuffed into that get up," Kim added.
"All of you are supposed to look like males. Anyway, male elves do have long hair like the females but that is it, though," he answered in defense of Emma.
"Enough ladies," Michelle called, trying not to laugh.
She, then, turned to Spiro and asked, "Why don't we run the dance once? Just to see how the costumes move."
"I was going to do that anyway, Michelle," Spiro said, angrily.
As the dancers walked to their respective places, Spiro placed a hand on Emma' shoulder.
"Is mom here?" he requested.
Emma nodded, happily.
"Go downstairs and get her," Spiro requested.
Emma ran down the stairs and called for her mother.
As she walked back up to the classroom, with her mother in tow, she whispered, "He's here."
a fan of LotR and dance (again): Thanks! You'll have to wait and see what her parents do. Her mother still has an important role to play.
Lomiothiel: As always, thanks for your review! You'll see what they do in the coming chapters. There may even be a bit of a surprise in store for Emma's mom.
PixiePea000: You try typing at 2:30AM! I'm glad you liked the fact my mom showed up. By the way, GOLLUM!
Bean02: Many thanks from this broke college student. I'm happy to see so many people liked my dancers. They're really like that in person. Thanks for the vote of confidence in my idea.
kurleyhawk2: I will try. I will try.
Elleiadrieal: I'll try to keep posting, I really will. I'm really, really, really glad you like my little story.
TwinkieFreak: Its set post Return of the King, which will come into play a bit later on. On your idea, Legolas and Emma are the main characters but they'll be no romance. She's a whole lot younger than he is.
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.
The elf did not return to the dance studio the following Saturday, nor did he show up the Tuesday after that. Emma had not seen hide or hair of the elf for many months. She became aware, however, of something watching her. A something that she would only catch a glimpse of out of the corner of her eye. She began to assume that this fleeting thing was Legolas but she had no proof to back that up.
One Saturday, towards the end of winter, costumes arrived. Emma, along with the rest of her ballet class, sat on the floor as Spiro and Kim passed out the incredibly small plastic bags that contained their costumes.
Just after Emma received her incredulously tiny bag from Kim, the door flew open. Since she was sitting behind the door, she was nearly crushed.
"You shouldn't sit there, kid. You might get hurt," Michelle said, as she strode into the room.
Behind her was Legolas, who looked totally and utterly bored.
"Sorry to interrupt you Spiro, but we just couldn't wait," she gushed to the dance master.
Spiro gave Michelle a dirty look and went back to handing out bags of wigs.
Meanwhile, Legolas scanned the room searching for the other elf. He found her sitting directly behind him.
"Well met," he said, adding a phrase in a melodic sounding language.
"Um..hi," Emma responded, perplexed by the rest of the words he had said.
"Have they all received their costumes?" the piggy owner of the studio asked.
Spiro gave a scathing glance around the room and replied, in an annoyed voice, "Looks that way."
"Well, let's leave them to their changing then," she said, taking one of Spiro's arms in her fat hand and one of Legolas's arms in her other fat hand.
She started dragging them toward the other side off the room so she could close the divider and let the dancers change in relative privacy.
Legolas broke her grasp with a sharp twist of his own arm.
"May I have a moment to speak with Emma? I believe I owe her something," he requested, politely.
Michelle, grudgingly, nodded. She was hoping that Lee had forgotten the costume part he owed Emma.
"How about this," she proposed, her fat face full of glee, "you let Emma get changed over here and, then, she can come over there and you two can have your little meeting."
She didn't want her "staff" and chosen others to see Emma get something they would not be receiving. That would lead to questions she'd rather not have to make up answers for.
Before the elf could reply, Michelle called for Emma to cross over to the other room when she was in full costume. She then dragged Spiro and Lee into the other room and shut the divider behind her.
"What am I suppose to do with this?" Andrea called, pulling out a vest.
"Wear it you idiot," Myra called, trying to pull pants over her sweats and failing miserably.
"I got one better for you. What in the world is this?" Kim asked, pulling out a length of black cloth.
"Oh.I know what that is," Danielle said.
She grabbed the cape and began to run around the room yelling, "I'm Batman!"
Emma shook her head and continued to work her way into her costume.
"Alright," she thought as she worked her way through her shirt and brown over tunic, "this goes under here and that goes over it."
Once she was dressed, which was well before everyone else, she took stock of her costume in the mirror. The only thing missing were the arm bands Legolas had promised to retrieve for her.
She opened the divider a few inches and squeezed her way into the other room.
Michelle and Spiro were off by the stereo, arguing about something she could only guess. From what she heard, a scant few snippets, they were arguing about the length of the ballet.
Lee was standing off by "her spot," glancing around the room.
The elf turned to face her even before Emma had said she was there. He gave her a friendly sort of smile.
"You wanted to talk to me?" she asked.
Legolas gave Emma a good once over. He shuddered inwardly about how uncanny in their closeness their appearances were, especially, in that costume.
"I believe I owe you something," he said, pulling two leather objects out of his jacket.
"Thanks so much," Emma said, turing them over in her hands.
They were stiff and smelled like actual leather. A design had been etched into them but they felt unused. She could not figure out how to get them on, though.
Legolas saw the confusion, mixed with an appreciation for the work done on the arm bands, on the younger elf's face.
"Let me help you," he said, suppressing a smile.
Emma handed the elf the two arms bands and held out her own arms.
As he attached them to her arms, he said, "There is no need to thank me, Emma. Things such as this are easy to come by in my home. I should say in our home, since you are also an elf."
Emma looked at the two leather bands attached to her arms with a new kind of amazement. She still hadn't gotten use to the idea of being an elf and, what's more, the idea of her being from an entirely different world still frightened her a little.
"Can I ask what you said to me before, after you said 'Well met?' It sounded really pretty," she asked, upon seeing Michelle and Spiro take their argument outside.
"I forget that you do not know our language. It was just a simple greeting in elvish asking how you were and wishing you well," he replied.
"Really?" Emma, simply, asked.
"Yes, really. When you come with me, I can teach you our language. Only if you want me to," the older elf proposed.
"That would be really cool! You speak my language so that must mean not everyone speaks elvish where you're from," Emma surmised.
"That is true. Many of us also speak this language in order to communicate with the race of me," Legolas explained.
He started to say something more, when, suddenly, the divider flew open.
"Are you two planning on joining us?" Michelle asked, her voice tinged with anger.
"If you would have given us some warning, Michelle, we would have come sooner," Legolas replied, vouching for himself and Emma.
Emma scurried off to join the rest of her class---a class that looked very uncomfortable in their costumes.
"What do you think?" Spiro asked Lee, ignoring the praise Michelle heaped upon her chosen students.
"If I may say, Spiro, none of your dancers are carrying themselves in the proper way. Do they have any knowledge of the books or film?" he said to the dance instructor.
"Other than myself and Emma, no one has. Do you have any advice you can offer?" Spiro requested.
"I do believe I can. We did something similar to this in my studio many years ago," the elf replied with a mental laugh.
His knowledge was more of the first hand variety, having lived through the events these dancers were depicting.
"Girls!" Spiro called, "Lee has something to say, so listen up."
The class turned with an audible groan. They didn't want to hear anything from the man that had chosen weird little Emma over any of them.
"I thank you Spiro. Now then, you are all carrying yourselves incorrectly for your parts. Kim you may look like you are wearing a travel worn costume but you are really the lost king in disguise. Do try to convey that correctly. The rest of you put your wigs on. Hobbits have curly hair not whatever types of hair you may have now and you all do not have the same personality. Andrea, your character is central to the story. He carries the ring. Danielle, you are Andrea's best friend and loyal servant. Try to make that aspect of his character come through your costume. Laura and Myra, your characters are tricksters, fun loving types who have good intentions," he explained to each dancer in turn.
"What about that?" Kim said, pointing at Emma.
Legolas regarded the younger elf for a few moments.
"She carries her part off very well. She has a natural elven grace about her," he replied, causing Emma to blush.
"You sure about that?" Andrea asked.
"An's right. She looks like a boy stuffed into that get up," Kim added.
"All of you are supposed to look like males. Anyway, male elves do have long hair like the females but that is it, though," he answered in defense of Emma.
"Enough ladies," Michelle called, trying not to laugh.
She, then, turned to Spiro and asked, "Why don't we run the dance once? Just to see how the costumes move."
"I was going to do that anyway, Michelle," Spiro said, angrily.
As the dancers walked to their respective places, Spiro placed a hand on Emma' shoulder.
"Is mom here?" he requested.
Emma nodded, happily.
"Go downstairs and get her," Spiro requested.
Emma ran down the stairs and called for her mother.
As she walked back up to the classroom, with her mother in tow, she whispered, "He's here."