AN: Hi everybody! Many thanks to all my reviewers (as usual)! You guys are
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ldy ilmadris: Her mom's reaction is coming up!
a fan of LotR and dance (time #3): I try to update as fast as I can but school and stuff get in the way. I'm probably the only person at the studio I dance who is proud of and enjoys the fact I dance on Pointe. I'm glad you like my little dance world.
Elleiadrieal: Thanks! I'll try.
Lomiothiel: As usual, thanks for the review! Legolas and Emma's mom are going to have a small talk soon.
PixiePea000:Don't like the cliffhangers? I'll try to avoid them! By the way GOLLUM!
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.
Emma ran up the stairs, eager to have her mother watch her dance. This would be the first time Shannon would see this ballet.
Shannon lagged behind a bit. She was trying to decide what she wanted to say to this guy once she got the chance. She knew she didn't want to start a fight---that would be what her husband would do if he was here. She wanted to be diplomatic about it. Maybe have a nice discussion with this guy or something to that effect.
"I'm not going to make a scene, for Emma's sake," Shannon made herself promise.
Her daughter put up with enough quizzical abuse in the studio. There was no need for them to start picking on her because of something her mother did or said.
Shannon got upstairs just as Spiro started the music. If Legolas was there, she didn't notice. She was too engrossed in the dance being preformed in front of her.
All their bickering and differences seemed to be put aside for the duration of the dance. The students moved as if they were one unit. They weaved intricate patterns that only made sense to Spiro, across the wooden floor of the two rooms. Formations and cannons flowed into one another giving the dance depth. These students danced with an emotion that only Spiro could instill in them. Despite his gruff appearance, he gave these girls his heart. They returned it full of his emotions coupled with their own spirits.
Of course, he didn't see that. Spiro was too busy screaming out corrections and orders to his dancing students. Somehow they were able to still dance and take corrections from Spiro. It was a skill you learned over time in Spiro's class. If you didn't learn the skill, you usually found yourself in a lower class or out of the studio entirely.
"What did you think?" Spiro asked Shannon, after the dance had finished and he had finished screaming at the girls for all the tiny mistakes they had made.
"It was beautiful," Shannon replied, wiping a tear from her eye, "you're talents are truly wasted here. You need to take this act on the road."
Spiro just shrugged. His expression a combination of smug pride and a small amount of embarrassment from being complimented in such a way. She bid Shannon a good-bye having to go disentangle Laura's wig from her eyebrow ring.
Emma bounded over to her mother, silvery-white hair flying behind her.
"What did you think?" she asked, excitedly.
"The ballet was beautiful, especially that small solo he gave you at the very beginning and the other one towards the middle," Shannon said.
"The second one's not a solo. I have to do it with a person in the other class," Emma corrected.
"While everyone in your own class dances with each other. That's really fair. Let me see this costume," Shannon commented.
Emma stood still while her mother inspected her costume.
"You know, I think this costume looks perfect on you, pixie. I really like the fact they're letting you keep your hair down. That's a nice touch," Shannon, finally, said.
Emma smiled and pulled her mother into an unexpected hug.
"See that guy over there," she whispered, "that's him. The guy who told me I was an elf."
Shannon looked over Emma's shoulders and spotted Legolas for the first time.
"Go get changed, pixie. I want to have a little talk with this guy," Shannon said.
"Alright, mom," Emma said, grabbing her regular clothes and heading for the bather room that was on the far side of the back classroom.
Shannon still could not decide how to approach this man. She didn't want to seem in any way confrontational but she wanted to get her point across in a firm manner.
"Excuse me, sir; may I have a word with you?" Shannon requested of Legolas.
"Of course you may," Legolas replied, turning so that he was fully facing Shannon.
Like her daughter when she had first met Legolas all those Saturdays ago, Shannon had to take a pause. The eerie resemblance between this tall man and her daughter was startling.
Fumbling for words, something she never did, Shannon managed to string together, "I'm Shannon, Emma's mother. You must be the dance scout my daughter's told me so much about."
Legolas regarded Shannon for a few brief moments, wondering how much Emma had actually told her mother.
"Not to sound self centered, as you put it here, but what exactly has Emma told you about me?" the elf asked.
"What hasn't she told me. Let's see, she said you call yourself Legolas and they you claim to be an elf. You also claim that my daughter is an elf, just like you, and you are planning on taking her back to Middle Earth where both of you belonged," Shannon said, ticking points off on her fingers.
"All of that is the truth, ma'am. Your daughter is a lost elf and I am here to see her home safely. It is what my father ordered me to do. When I recently returned with out her, he gave me quite an earful and threatened to take actions himself," Legolas explained in an undertone.
The people at the studio were not ready to know about the two elves in the midst.
"I'm not quite sure I believe you, despite the fact my daughter does. She'd like to find a link to her birth family and it seems you've become it. I can't discount the fact that both you and she look very much alike," Shannon said, trailing off a bit at the end.
Legolas laughed brightly and commented, "Your daughter said something very, very similar. I will tell you what I told her, I do not think the two of us are related in anyway."
Emma, meanwhile, came bounding out of the bathroom. She was dressed in her usual dance pants and black body suit. Her costume had been stuffed into its little bag, arm bands rest carefully in the bright yellow bag that held her Pointe shoes. She went over to join her mother and Legolas.
"Did you talk to him?" Emma asked, during a lull in the conversation between Shannon and Legolas.
"We're still talking, pixie. It's just that I'm finding all of this very hard to believe. If I had some proof, something solid to go on, I think I'd be able to believe him," Shannon explained to an eager to be believed Emma.
"I can give your proof. The same proof I gave your daughter," Legolas offered.
"Let's see it then," challenged Shannon, recalling what her daughter had said about the trick Legolas performed with the mirror.
Getting Emma and Shannon to face the wide expanse of mirror they had been standing near, Legolas recreated the true reflections of both himself and Emma.
Taking the elf completely by surprise, a third image, an unexpected image, appeared in the mirror.
It was the image of a woman, dressed in the armor of the ancient Númenóreans. The armor was tradition in every way except for the shield she carried. The shield bore a flower with six petals, each petal a different color. The flowers center was a circle split in half. The top half was red, the bottom white. The image came up directly in front of Shannon, indicating that this was her true self.
"Do you believe me now?" the elf asked Shannon.
Shannon stood in stock still shock. This was a lot of information for her to take in. Her daughter, an elf. This man, also an elf. She was a---- well, she wasn't quite sure about that.
"I guess I'll have to believe you," Shannon said, after getting her voice back and some of the shock wearing off, "since I don't see any of the normal ways someone would create an image like that."
"See mom!" Emma, happily said, "I told you I wasn't lying."
The smile on her daughter's face brought a cold splash of reality into Shannon's world. If Emma was truly an elf then she would have to surrender her Legolas and allow him to take her back with him. The idea of giving up the only child she'd ever have was too much for Shannon to deal with.
A ray of hope brightened her bleak outlook. She could use that third image in the mirror to her advantage.
"Who was that third person? If that was mean, that means I can go with Emma, right?" Shannon asked, questions spilling quickly out of her.
"As I told Emma, I can not answer your questions. That decision would be up to my father," Legolas replied.
"When can you speak to your father?" Shannon asked, both trying to buy some time and find some answers.
"I will speak with him as soon as I am able to return to my own world," the elf replied, "I will give Emma the answers for you."
The walk home for Emma and Shannon was full of tense silence. Both seemed to be lost in their own thoughts.
"It seems, pixie, that you were really never from around here," Shannon started as they entered their quiet house.
"I guess not," Emma said with a shrug.
"All the more reason, then, to think of you as a gift," Shannon whispered to Emma, taking the little elven girl into a hug.
"I won't go with him, if you and dad can't go to," Emma said, firmly, to her mother.
"Let's not talk about that now---we'll discuss that when the time comes," Shannon said quickly.
(AN: The cannon I'm talking about is not that big thing that shoots metal balls. It's a dance word used to describe a series of steps done where one dancer starts on one count, let's say 1-2 [dancers count in either 8s or 6s] and then next starts on a 3-4 count, the next on the 5-6 count and the next on the 7-8 count and the next on the 2-2 count [since we're starting a new set of eight]---you get the idea.)
ldy ilmadris: Her mom's reaction is coming up!
a fan of LotR and dance (time #3): I try to update as fast as I can but school and stuff get in the way. I'm probably the only person at the studio I dance who is proud of and enjoys the fact I dance on Pointe. I'm glad you like my little dance world.
Elleiadrieal: Thanks! I'll try.
Lomiothiel: As usual, thanks for the review! Legolas and Emma's mom are going to have a small talk soon.
PixiePea000:Don't like the cliffhangers? I'll try to avoid them! By the way GOLLUM!
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.
Emma ran up the stairs, eager to have her mother watch her dance. This would be the first time Shannon would see this ballet.
Shannon lagged behind a bit. She was trying to decide what she wanted to say to this guy once she got the chance. She knew she didn't want to start a fight---that would be what her husband would do if he was here. She wanted to be diplomatic about it. Maybe have a nice discussion with this guy or something to that effect.
"I'm not going to make a scene, for Emma's sake," Shannon made herself promise.
Her daughter put up with enough quizzical abuse in the studio. There was no need for them to start picking on her because of something her mother did or said.
Shannon got upstairs just as Spiro started the music. If Legolas was there, she didn't notice. She was too engrossed in the dance being preformed in front of her.
All their bickering and differences seemed to be put aside for the duration of the dance. The students moved as if they were one unit. They weaved intricate patterns that only made sense to Spiro, across the wooden floor of the two rooms. Formations and cannons flowed into one another giving the dance depth. These students danced with an emotion that only Spiro could instill in them. Despite his gruff appearance, he gave these girls his heart. They returned it full of his emotions coupled with their own spirits.
Of course, he didn't see that. Spiro was too busy screaming out corrections and orders to his dancing students. Somehow they were able to still dance and take corrections from Spiro. It was a skill you learned over time in Spiro's class. If you didn't learn the skill, you usually found yourself in a lower class or out of the studio entirely.
"What did you think?" Spiro asked Shannon, after the dance had finished and he had finished screaming at the girls for all the tiny mistakes they had made.
"It was beautiful," Shannon replied, wiping a tear from her eye, "you're talents are truly wasted here. You need to take this act on the road."
Spiro just shrugged. His expression a combination of smug pride and a small amount of embarrassment from being complimented in such a way. She bid Shannon a good-bye having to go disentangle Laura's wig from her eyebrow ring.
Emma bounded over to her mother, silvery-white hair flying behind her.
"What did you think?" she asked, excitedly.
"The ballet was beautiful, especially that small solo he gave you at the very beginning and the other one towards the middle," Shannon said.
"The second one's not a solo. I have to do it with a person in the other class," Emma corrected.
"While everyone in your own class dances with each other. That's really fair. Let me see this costume," Shannon commented.
Emma stood still while her mother inspected her costume.
"You know, I think this costume looks perfect on you, pixie. I really like the fact they're letting you keep your hair down. That's a nice touch," Shannon, finally, said.
Emma smiled and pulled her mother into an unexpected hug.
"See that guy over there," she whispered, "that's him. The guy who told me I was an elf."
Shannon looked over Emma's shoulders and spotted Legolas for the first time.
"Go get changed, pixie. I want to have a little talk with this guy," Shannon said.
"Alright, mom," Emma said, grabbing her regular clothes and heading for the bather room that was on the far side of the back classroom.
Shannon still could not decide how to approach this man. She didn't want to seem in any way confrontational but she wanted to get her point across in a firm manner.
"Excuse me, sir; may I have a word with you?" Shannon requested of Legolas.
"Of course you may," Legolas replied, turning so that he was fully facing Shannon.
Like her daughter when she had first met Legolas all those Saturdays ago, Shannon had to take a pause. The eerie resemblance between this tall man and her daughter was startling.
Fumbling for words, something she never did, Shannon managed to string together, "I'm Shannon, Emma's mother. You must be the dance scout my daughter's told me so much about."
Legolas regarded Shannon for a few brief moments, wondering how much Emma had actually told her mother.
"Not to sound self centered, as you put it here, but what exactly has Emma told you about me?" the elf asked.
"What hasn't she told me. Let's see, she said you call yourself Legolas and they you claim to be an elf. You also claim that my daughter is an elf, just like you, and you are planning on taking her back to Middle Earth where both of you belonged," Shannon said, ticking points off on her fingers.
"All of that is the truth, ma'am. Your daughter is a lost elf and I am here to see her home safely. It is what my father ordered me to do. When I recently returned with out her, he gave me quite an earful and threatened to take actions himself," Legolas explained in an undertone.
The people at the studio were not ready to know about the two elves in the midst.
"I'm not quite sure I believe you, despite the fact my daughter does. She'd like to find a link to her birth family and it seems you've become it. I can't discount the fact that both you and she look very much alike," Shannon said, trailing off a bit at the end.
Legolas laughed brightly and commented, "Your daughter said something very, very similar. I will tell you what I told her, I do not think the two of us are related in anyway."
Emma, meanwhile, came bounding out of the bathroom. She was dressed in her usual dance pants and black body suit. Her costume had been stuffed into its little bag, arm bands rest carefully in the bright yellow bag that held her Pointe shoes. She went over to join her mother and Legolas.
"Did you talk to him?" Emma asked, during a lull in the conversation between Shannon and Legolas.
"We're still talking, pixie. It's just that I'm finding all of this very hard to believe. If I had some proof, something solid to go on, I think I'd be able to believe him," Shannon explained to an eager to be believed Emma.
"I can give your proof. The same proof I gave your daughter," Legolas offered.
"Let's see it then," challenged Shannon, recalling what her daughter had said about the trick Legolas performed with the mirror.
Getting Emma and Shannon to face the wide expanse of mirror they had been standing near, Legolas recreated the true reflections of both himself and Emma.
Taking the elf completely by surprise, a third image, an unexpected image, appeared in the mirror.
It was the image of a woman, dressed in the armor of the ancient Númenóreans. The armor was tradition in every way except for the shield she carried. The shield bore a flower with six petals, each petal a different color. The flowers center was a circle split in half. The top half was red, the bottom white. The image came up directly in front of Shannon, indicating that this was her true self.
"Do you believe me now?" the elf asked Shannon.
Shannon stood in stock still shock. This was a lot of information for her to take in. Her daughter, an elf. This man, also an elf. She was a---- well, she wasn't quite sure about that.
"I guess I'll have to believe you," Shannon said, after getting her voice back and some of the shock wearing off, "since I don't see any of the normal ways someone would create an image like that."
"See mom!" Emma, happily said, "I told you I wasn't lying."
The smile on her daughter's face brought a cold splash of reality into Shannon's world. If Emma was truly an elf then she would have to surrender her Legolas and allow him to take her back with him. The idea of giving up the only child she'd ever have was too much for Shannon to deal with.
A ray of hope brightened her bleak outlook. She could use that third image in the mirror to her advantage.
"Who was that third person? If that was mean, that means I can go with Emma, right?" Shannon asked, questions spilling quickly out of her.
"As I told Emma, I can not answer your questions. That decision would be up to my father," Legolas replied.
"When can you speak to your father?" Shannon asked, both trying to buy some time and find some answers.
"I will speak with him as soon as I am able to return to my own world," the elf replied, "I will give Emma the answers for you."
The walk home for Emma and Shannon was full of tense silence. Both seemed to be lost in their own thoughts.
"It seems, pixie, that you were really never from around here," Shannon started as they entered their quiet house.
"I guess not," Emma said with a shrug.
"All the more reason, then, to think of you as a gift," Shannon whispered to Emma, taking the little elven girl into a hug.
"I won't go with him, if you and dad can't go to," Emma said, firmly, to her mother.
"Let's not talk about that now---we'll discuss that when the time comes," Shannon said quickly.
(AN: The cannon I'm talking about is not that big thing that shoots metal balls. It's a dance word used to describe a series of steps done where one dancer starts on one count, let's say 1-2 [dancers count in either 8s or 6s] and then next starts on a 3-4 count, the next on the 5-6 count and the next on the 7-8 count and the next on the 2-2 count [since we're starting a new set of eight]---you get the idea.)