AN: Just a few more days until Return of the King!!! I convinced my mom to
take me on Wednesday, even though she's not a really big Lord of the Rings
fan. I'm so excited. It looks so good from all the commercials I've seen
thus far. The soundtrack, which I've had for awhile now, seems to indicate
that this movie is something very big. I'm beyond excited and my sister is
teasing me about it. She's not fan in any way, shape, or form.
Cherrymania: Thanks for the compliment! I appreciate it!
Midnight-Insomniac1532: It does seem that way, doesn't it? My ballet teacher, on whom the character of Spiro is heavily based, says he does it for our own good. It does work. I mean, he yells and we jump. He says turn and we turn. He says leap and we ask how many. Fear seems to be a very powerful ally for them.
Elainor: Thanks! She has a whole new take on being an elf now. Let's just say, she has some personal experience now.
GinnyPotter: Thanks for the compliment.
PixiePea000: The Mets are the best, even when boycotting them in August. It's not anyone fault but their own that they can't play. Anyway, GOLLUM and watch out for Agent Elrond Smith!
*words* indicate something being sung. The song in this chapter is on the radio, being used as something to dance to. It's called "Scarborough Fair" and is being sung by Sarah Brightman.
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.
With his order hanging in the air like a rain cloud, the dancers stood, brushed off their costumes, and walked over to their marks.
Spiro took his place near the radio, preparing to turn it on at a moment's notice.
"Interesting tactic, Spiro," Legolas commented, approaching the dance instructor.
"It something I do every year; gets their hearts in the right places. I'd like to understand what Emma was babbling on about, though. Sometimes I wonder about her," Spiro retorted.
Legolas concealed a smile. He knew full well what the elven clad ballerina was speaking about.
"Perhaps, her heart lies somewhere outside this world," Legolas suggested, "Someplace like Middle Earth."
"Who knows with that kid? Great dancer, you could almost say gifted but her head's in the clouds," Spiro said with a shrug.
As an afterthought, he called, "Emma, go get your mom."
The elven clad child broke formation, whizzing past her brother and ballet teacher in a swirl of silvery-white hair. She trotted down the stairs and returned, moments later, with her mother in tow.
Shannon took in the sight of all the fully costumed dancers, all of them standing at attention. She knew that Spiro, probably, had a little talk with them. It was only after his talks that these dancers acted in such a manner.
With a glance over her shoulder, Shannon gave a start. Sitting in the room was a much unexpected figure.
She walked over to the seated figure and whispered, "Hello there, my prince."
The elf looked momentarily flustered, not expecting to hear his formal title in this world. He looked up and regarded the figure who had used the dreaded title.
"Mrs. O'Connolly, it is a pleasure to see you once again," the elf said, in a highly formal voice, "I hope you are well."
"I am well, Legolas, still dreaming but very well," she replied.
"That was expected. You are coming to understand your past life," Legolas explained.
"I think we're both up here today for the same reason," Shannon commented, noting the attention Legolas was paying to the dancers, in general, and Emma, in particular.
The elf nodded, not wanting to speak. Spiro had turned the music on.
Unlike the previous attempt at the dance, the group moved as one unit. They wove patterns that told a story that was all too familiar to a certain elf prince-disguised-as-a-scout sitting in their midst. Solos and duets were interspersed with large, complicated group dances. The dancers put their entire heart, their entire beings into this one dance. They were giving Spiro what he had given them when he taught---every emotion returned ten fold, every negative comment turned into a positive, all his work mirrored in one grand effort.
"That, Spiro was beautiful," Shannon informed the dance teacher once the final notes had passed.
"Thank you but I couldn't do it without them. They work hard, you know," Spiro replied.
"I know they do but it's your spirit that makes them work," Shannon told him.
Spiro gave a half hearted shrug, not fully accepting the compliment he was given.
Emma, after dumping her props in the box, bounded over to join her mother and her dance teacher.
"Did you like it?" she questioned, in a bright voice.
"Of course I did," Shannon replied.
"I have to step away for a moment but I want Emma to do her private in her costume in about ten minutes. Is that alright with the two of you?" Spiro prompted.
Shannon nodded and, with that, Spiro went back over to his radio.
Mother and daughter walked over to pay a brief visit to Legolas.
"That was an interesting interpretation. I do not think I have ever seen that story expressed in that way," Legolas commented.
"Is that a bad thing?" Emma asked, worried she had done a bad job acting in her brother's role.
"Not at all. I know a certain king who would find all of this very interesting," Legolas replied.
Stepping back, Shannon took stock of the pair that was in front of her. A newly found brother talking to his newly found baby sister. It was an interesting pair to say the least.
"You know, pixie, dressed like that the two of you could be twins," Shannon commented, "of both of you were home of course."
Emma giggled a bit, brushing a few hairs out of her face. In a few minutes she would be subjected to putting her hair up.
Legolas, on the other hand, retorted, "We are brother and sister you know."
Shannon gave Legolas a knowing smile and, taking Emma by the hand, asked, "Can you stay a bit longer? Emma's going to be allowed to do her private."
She added the last part with some sarcasm in her voice. The way the people in the studio treated her daughter had made her very critical about the studio.
"I can stay a bit longer," Legolas confirmed, "I would like to see this other dance."
Shannon and Emma darted downstairs, leaving Legolas upstairs with the rest of the class. Many of them were giving him angry, cold stares. He assumed that this was a result of the fact he had allied himself with the least popular member of their class.
Emma returned nearly some time later. Gone were the breeches and long sleeve tunic. Instead, she wore a red wine colored dress. The top was worked with a deeper red thread, creating a leaf and vine motif. The attached skirt was several layers thick and came down to her knees. The dress, itself, was singled strapped over the right shoulder. Around her neck and trailing in front of and in back of the dress, was a deep red scarf fashioned out of some type of silken looking material. In her hair, was a wreath of tiny red flowers. On her feet were some type of shoes made of a shiny material with two ribbons trailing up pink material covered legs.
It was her hair that shocked the elven prince the most. He was use to seeing her with her hair down, looking like a silvery-white waterfall. Only once had he seen her with her hair up, the first time he met her. Then it was in a series of twists and braids. This time, though, it was different. Her hair was pulled up to rest near the top of her head. It was in a braided bun; a bun that was surrounded by the tiny red flowers.
She caught Legolas's eye and turned as red as her costume.
"I look silly," she commented.
"No you don't," the elf retorted, "you look wonderful. You look more mature."
"See, I told you," Shannon said, coming up from behind Emma.
Emma gave them both a small smile and wandered over to her mark. Spiro had heard her and her mother come up and had began to cue up Emma's music.
"You ready over there," he called.
"I guess so," Emma replied, in a small voice.
"It's on," Spiro called in turn.
Just before the music started Emma heard her mother tell Legolas, "She's dancing to a song called 'Scarborough Fair.''
With the beginning notes of the unearthly sounding song flittering through the studio, Emma began the dance. She found herself lost in the almost mystical rhythms of the old poem now turned to a song.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
She ended by walking off the stage, head down as if she was deep in thought.
The music had been turned off and Spiro had given her the "ok" to go home.
"That was beautiful, pixie. I love that song," Shannon commented, "Now, go get changed, I have to talk to your brother for a few minutes."
With a wave in Legolas's direction, Emma headed for the stairs, all the while wondering what the two of them were up to.
"What were you two talking about?" Emma questioned as she and her mother walked home.
"It a surprise, pixie, for the recital," Shannon replied with a smile.
Emma sighed but decided not to press her mother further. She could wait out the two weeks until her recital.
Cherrymania: Thanks for the compliment! I appreciate it!
Midnight-Insomniac1532: It does seem that way, doesn't it? My ballet teacher, on whom the character of Spiro is heavily based, says he does it for our own good. It does work. I mean, he yells and we jump. He says turn and we turn. He says leap and we ask how many. Fear seems to be a very powerful ally for them.
Elainor: Thanks! She has a whole new take on being an elf now. Let's just say, she has some personal experience now.
GinnyPotter: Thanks for the compliment.
PixiePea000: The Mets are the best, even when boycotting them in August. It's not anyone fault but their own that they can't play. Anyway, GOLLUM and watch out for Agent Elrond Smith!
*words* indicate something being sung. The song in this chapter is on the radio, being used as something to dance to. It's called "Scarborough Fair" and is being sung by Sarah Brightman.
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.
With his order hanging in the air like a rain cloud, the dancers stood, brushed off their costumes, and walked over to their marks.
Spiro took his place near the radio, preparing to turn it on at a moment's notice.
"Interesting tactic, Spiro," Legolas commented, approaching the dance instructor.
"It something I do every year; gets their hearts in the right places. I'd like to understand what Emma was babbling on about, though. Sometimes I wonder about her," Spiro retorted.
Legolas concealed a smile. He knew full well what the elven clad ballerina was speaking about.
"Perhaps, her heart lies somewhere outside this world," Legolas suggested, "Someplace like Middle Earth."
"Who knows with that kid? Great dancer, you could almost say gifted but her head's in the clouds," Spiro said with a shrug.
As an afterthought, he called, "Emma, go get your mom."
The elven clad child broke formation, whizzing past her brother and ballet teacher in a swirl of silvery-white hair. She trotted down the stairs and returned, moments later, with her mother in tow.
Shannon took in the sight of all the fully costumed dancers, all of them standing at attention. She knew that Spiro, probably, had a little talk with them. It was only after his talks that these dancers acted in such a manner.
With a glance over her shoulder, Shannon gave a start. Sitting in the room was a much unexpected figure.
She walked over to the seated figure and whispered, "Hello there, my prince."
The elf looked momentarily flustered, not expecting to hear his formal title in this world. He looked up and regarded the figure who had used the dreaded title.
"Mrs. O'Connolly, it is a pleasure to see you once again," the elf said, in a highly formal voice, "I hope you are well."
"I am well, Legolas, still dreaming but very well," she replied.
"That was expected. You are coming to understand your past life," Legolas explained.
"I think we're both up here today for the same reason," Shannon commented, noting the attention Legolas was paying to the dancers, in general, and Emma, in particular.
The elf nodded, not wanting to speak. Spiro had turned the music on.
Unlike the previous attempt at the dance, the group moved as one unit. They wove patterns that told a story that was all too familiar to a certain elf prince-disguised-as-a-scout sitting in their midst. Solos and duets were interspersed with large, complicated group dances. The dancers put their entire heart, their entire beings into this one dance. They were giving Spiro what he had given them when he taught---every emotion returned ten fold, every negative comment turned into a positive, all his work mirrored in one grand effort.
"That, Spiro was beautiful," Shannon informed the dance teacher once the final notes had passed.
"Thank you but I couldn't do it without them. They work hard, you know," Spiro replied.
"I know they do but it's your spirit that makes them work," Shannon told him.
Spiro gave a half hearted shrug, not fully accepting the compliment he was given.
Emma, after dumping her props in the box, bounded over to join her mother and her dance teacher.
"Did you like it?" she questioned, in a bright voice.
"Of course I did," Shannon replied.
"I have to step away for a moment but I want Emma to do her private in her costume in about ten minutes. Is that alright with the two of you?" Spiro prompted.
Shannon nodded and, with that, Spiro went back over to his radio.
Mother and daughter walked over to pay a brief visit to Legolas.
"That was an interesting interpretation. I do not think I have ever seen that story expressed in that way," Legolas commented.
"Is that a bad thing?" Emma asked, worried she had done a bad job acting in her brother's role.
"Not at all. I know a certain king who would find all of this very interesting," Legolas replied.
Stepping back, Shannon took stock of the pair that was in front of her. A newly found brother talking to his newly found baby sister. It was an interesting pair to say the least.
"You know, pixie, dressed like that the two of you could be twins," Shannon commented, "of both of you were home of course."
Emma giggled a bit, brushing a few hairs out of her face. In a few minutes she would be subjected to putting her hair up.
Legolas, on the other hand, retorted, "We are brother and sister you know."
Shannon gave Legolas a knowing smile and, taking Emma by the hand, asked, "Can you stay a bit longer? Emma's going to be allowed to do her private."
She added the last part with some sarcasm in her voice. The way the people in the studio treated her daughter had made her very critical about the studio.
"I can stay a bit longer," Legolas confirmed, "I would like to see this other dance."
Shannon and Emma darted downstairs, leaving Legolas upstairs with the rest of the class. Many of them were giving him angry, cold stares. He assumed that this was a result of the fact he had allied himself with the least popular member of their class.
Emma returned nearly some time later. Gone were the breeches and long sleeve tunic. Instead, she wore a red wine colored dress. The top was worked with a deeper red thread, creating a leaf and vine motif. The attached skirt was several layers thick and came down to her knees. The dress, itself, was singled strapped over the right shoulder. Around her neck and trailing in front of and in back of the dress, was a deep red scarf fashioned out of some type of silken looking material. In her hair, was a wreath of tiny red flowers. On her feet were some type of shoes made of a shiny material with two ribbons trailing up pink material covered legs.
It was her hair that shocked the elven prince the most. He was use to seeing her with her hair down, looking like a silvery-white waterfall. Only once had he seen her with her hair up, the first time he met her. Then it was in a series of twists and braids. This time, though, it was different. Her hair was pulled up to rest near the top of her head. It was in a braided bun; a bun that was surrounded by the tiny red flowers.
She caught Legolas's eye and turned as red as her costume.
"I look silly," she commented.
"No you don't," the elf retorted, "you look wonderful. You look more mature."
"See, I told you," Shannon said, coming up from behind Emma.
Emma gave them both a small smile and wandered over to her mark. Spiro had heard her and her mother come up and had began to cue up Emma's music.
"You ready over there," he called.
"I guess so," Emma replied, in a small voice.
"It's on," Spiro called in turn.
Just before the music started Emma heard her mother tell Legolas, "She's dancing to a song called 'Scarborough Fair.''
With the beginning notes of the unearthly sounding song flittering through the studio, Emma began the dance. She found herself lost in the almost mystical rhythms of the old poem now turned to a song.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
She ended by walking off the stage, head down as if she was deep in thought.
The music had been turned off and Spiro had given her the "ok" to go home.
"That was beautiful, pixie. I love that song," Shannon commented, "Now, go get changed, I have to talk to your brother for a few minutes."
With a wave in Legolas's direction, Emma headed for the stairs, all the while wondering what the two of them were up to.
"What were you two talking about?" Emma questioned as she and her mother walked home.
"It a surprise, pixie, for the recital," Shannon replied with a smile.
Emma sighed but decided not to press her mother further. She could wait out the two weeks until her recital.