AN: I SAW IT! I saw Return of the King on Wednesday (yes, I'm mad enough to
see it the day it opened)! I can not describe this movie for you. It's just
beyond any words I can think of. It strays from the book but, like with all
the other movies, I can forgive Peter Jackson. I might even go as far as
saying that this movie is better than the book, and that's something you'd
never, ever hear me say. If you're going to see it, bring tissues. Lots of
them. My mom, who considers herself to be tough and doesn't cry at movies,
was crying at the end. This movie had better bag lots of awards. It
deserves to!
Tini-angel: Thanks for the compliment! Like my character, I think Spiro (my ballet teacher on whom her ballet teacher is based) is the greatest ballet teacher on this earth. He may be mean and a diva but he's still great and you learn lots from him.
Calm Serene: Thanks for both the review and the compliment!
PixiePea000: I would but he has the flu so he wasn't in. You shall see what Shannon has up her sleeves. You know how moms are, they're good with surprises.
Elainor: There's going to be some more dancing coming up soon and the surprise will be revealed shortly. Thanks for the compliment and the review! I appreciate it!
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.
"I looked silly," Emma told her mother.
Shannon shook her head and corrected, "Everyone looked silly, not just you."
"But still," Emma grumped, taking her mom into the dressing room she shared with Fran and Laura.
It was intermission, the night of the big recital. The first act had already come and gone, with Emma dancing in two tap dances and her private. The second act held three totally different dances. First was ballet---the dance she was getting ready for, changing out of a one piece, pin striped tap outfit and into her elven attire. Six minutes after the ballet finished was all the time she had to change into her blue, one piece acrobatics costume. Soon after that would come her jazz dance and the finale--- signaling the end of another recital and the end of her life on this earth.
Just after the show, she and her parents were suppose to be heading home; back to her real home in Mirkwood. Of course, she wasn't quite sure how they were getting there but and she was sticking to it.
"But that stupid wig made me look all weird. I'll bet dad couldn't even tell it was me," Emma groaned.
Shannon knew all about the wig she was referring to. She had fought tooth and nail to stop them from making her daughter wear it but to no avail. Michelle, the giant cow she was, had forced the elven child to wear it. The wig was jaw line short and fire engine red in color. She had to wear it for the opening tap number of 42nd Street. It was suppose to help make the dance look and feel more authentic. In Emma's opinion, not that it mattered much in the studio; it made them all look like they were wearing small animals on their heads.
She shrugged and dressed in her ballet costume with practiced ease. She, mentally, laughed, recalling the first time she had tried the costume on and how odd she initially felt dressing in such a manner. Now, it was second nature. Thin shirt tucked into breeches. Tunic over the shirt. Boot covers, supplementing the real thing since one couldn't dance in boots, hiding pink ballet slippers. Gauntlets on the wrists and a belt on top of the tunic. Of course, she had snuck her elven made necklace, the one she had received from her brother, on as well.
"It wasn't so bad, pixie," Shannon assured Emma, putting the final touches on Emma's hair.
It had gone from being in a tight braided but to totally loose.
Shannon finished up, and repacked her bag.
After giving Emma a kiss for luck, she said, "Be beautiful."
She, cryptically, added, "By the way, wait here for a few minutes."
Emma nodded and watched her mother leave. She was in the tiny dressing room all by herself. Laura and Fran had both gone off to baby-sit or otherwise brown nose.
A tapping on one of the windows caught her attention, which had wandered towards the steps in the ballet. She peered out the window, taking note of a very familiar figure standing there.
"No way," she thought, "There's absolutely no way."
She pulled open the door of the dressing room that lead to the outside world. As soon as the figure stood in the door way, smiling down at Emma, she began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Legolas questioned, in a very confused voice.
He had hoped that Emma would be surprised and pleased to see him.
"Nothing. I'm just really surprised to see you. This was totally unexpected. Are you watching the show?" Emma replied.
"Of course I am. You're mother was kind enough to invite me. She said it was only fair I get to see your last performance here, since I am your brother and all," Legolas explained.
"So that was what my mom wanted to talk to you about. It makes sense now," Emma mused.
Legolas watched his sister with a smile.
"I must say, I much prefer what you call ballet to those other dances you performed. Not to say you were not excellent in them but they seem crude in a way," Legolas commented.
"Tap's like that, especially hoofer tap. That's the tap with the flat shoes and the pants outfit," Emma explained.
"And, I have to add, short hair and red hair do not fit on you," Legolas added.
"You're telling me," Emma agreed, "it felt weird not to have this mop on the back of my neck."
She ran a hand through her pin straight hair. The hair she, apparently, inherited from her biological mother.
"This is far more fitting for you," Legolas said, gesturing towards Emma's current mode of dress.
She nodded, agreeing. She was far more comfortable dressed like this.
"Did you come alone?" Emma prompted.
The length of the conversation her mother had with Legolas seemed far too long to discuss the buying and using of one ticket.
Legolas shook his head, sly smile on his face.
"I took the liberty of inviting the king and queen along with me. Your mother seemed most anxious to meet them and to have them watch you dance," Legolas replied.
"You know Miss Michelle would have a fit if she knew that a king, queen, and prince were watching her recital. She'd think you were here to watch her. Then again, if she found out you were an elf, she'd still have a fit but not a good one," Emma, growing excited, commented.
"You forget," Legolas corrected, "that there is a king, a queen, a prince, and a princess here. I think it would be far better if we kept the fact we are elves to ourselves. She need not know what has been dancing in her company all these years."
Emma giggled happily. All the people she counted as friends or family had come to see her dance. The two talked for a few minutes more, until music began to fill the backstage area.
"That's the intermission-is-almost-over music. Spiro's going to start looking for me. I have to get going," she said in a hurried voice.
"You better go too. They might not let you back in," Emma added, ushering her brother out the door.
Before shutting the door, the two exchanged quick hugs.
With the door shut, Emma took off at a run for the right stage wing. Spiro would have her hide if she wasn't there before the first act started.
Tini-angel: Thanks for the compliment! Like my character, I think Spiro (my ballet teacher on whom her ballet teacher is based) is the greatest ballet teacher on this earth. He may be mean and a diva but he's still great and you learn lots from him.
Calm Serene: Thanks for both the review and the compliment!
PixiePea000: I would but he has the flu so he wasn't in. You shall see what Shannon has up her sleeves. You know how moms are, they're good with surprises.
Elainor: There's going to be some more dancing coming up soon and the surprise will be revealed shortly. Thanks for the compliment and the review! I appreciate it!
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.
"I looked silly," Emma told her mother.
Shannon shook her head and corrected, "Everyone looked silly, not just you."
"But still," Emma grumped, taking her mom into the dressing room she shared with Fran and Laura.
It was intermission, the night of the big recital. The first act had already come and gone, with Emma dancing in two tap dances and her private. The second act held three totally different dances. First was ballet---the dance she was getting ready for, changing out of a one piece, pin striped tap outfit and into her elven attire. Six minutes after the ballet finished was all the time she had to change into her blue, one piece acrobatics costume. Soon after that would come her jazz dance and the finale--- signaling the end of another recital and the end of her life on this earth.
Just after the show, she and her parents were suppose to be heading home; back to her real home in Mirkwood. Of course, she wasn't quite sure how they were getting there but and she was sticking to it.
"But that stupid wig made me look all weird. I'll bet dad couldn't even tell it was me," Emma groaned.
Shannon knew all about the wig she was referring to. She had fought tooth and nail to stop them from making her daughter wear it but to no avail. Michelle, the giant cow she was, had forced the elven child to wear it. The wig was jaw line short and fire engine red in color. She had to wear it for the opening tap number of 42nd Street. It was suppose to help make the dance look and feel more authentic. In Emma's opinion, not that it mattered much in the studio; it made them all look like they were wearing small animals on their heads.
She shrugged and dressed in her ballet costume with practiced ease. She, mentally, laughed, recalling the first time she had tried the costume on and how odd she initially felt dressing in such a manner. Now, it was second nature. Thin shirt tucked into breeches. Tunic over the shirt. Boot covers, supplementing the real thing since one couldn't dance in boots, hiding pink ballet slippers. Gauntlets on the wrists and a belt on top of the tunic. Of course, she had snuck her elven made necklace, the one she had received from her brother, on as well.
"It wasn't so bad, pixie," Shannon assured Emma, putting the final touches on Emma's hair.
It had gone from being in a tight braided but to totally loose.
Shannon finished up, and repacked her bag.
After giving Emma a kiss for luck, she said, "Be beautiful."
She, cryptically, added, "By the way, wait here for a few minutes."
Emma nodded and watched her mother leave. She was in the tiny dressing room all by herself. Laura and Fran had both gone off to baby-sit or otherwise brown nose.
A tapping on one of the windows caught her attention, which had wandered towards the steps in the ballet. She peered out the window, taking note of a very familiar figure standing there.
"No way," she thought, "There's absolutely no way."
She pulled open the door of the dressing room that lead to the outside world. As soon as the figure stood in the door way, smiling down at Emma, she began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Legolas questioned, in a very confused voice.
He had hoped that Emma would be surprised and pleased to see him.
"Nothing. I'm just really surprised to see you. This was totally unexpected. Are you watching the show?" Emma replied.
"Of course I am. You're mother was kind enough to invite me. She said it was only fair I get to see your last performance here, since I am your brother and all," Legolas explained.
"So that was what my mom wanted to talk to you about. It makes sense now," Emma mused.
Legolas watched his sister with a smile.
"I must say, I much prefer what you call ballet to those other dances you performed. Not to say you were not excellent in them but they seem crude in a way," Legolas commented.
"Tap's like that, especially hoofer tap. That's the tap with the flat shoes and the pants outfit," Emma explained.
"And, I have to add, short hair and red hair do not fit on you," Legolas added.
"You're telling me," Emma agreed, "it felt weird not to have this mop on the back of my neck."
She ran a hand through her pin straight hair. The hair she, apparently, inherited from her biological mother.
"This is far more fitting for you," Legolas said, gesturing towards Emma's current mode of dress.
She nodded, agreeing. She was far more comfortable dressed like this.
"Did you come alone?" Emma prompted.
The length of the conversation her mother had with Legolas seemed far too long to discuss the buying and using of one ticket.
Legolas shook his head, sly smile on his face.
"I took the liberty of inviting the king and queen along with me. Your mother seemed most anxious to meet them and to have them watch you dance," Legolas replied.
"You know Miss Michelle would have a fit if she knew that a king, queen, and prince were watching her recital. She'd think you were here to watch her. Then again, if she found out you were an elf, she'd still have a fit but not a good one," Emma, growing excited, commented.
"You forget," Legolas corrected, "that there is a king, a queen, a prince, and a princess here. I think it would be far better if we kept the fact we are elves to ourselves. She need not know what has been dancing in her company all these years."
Emma giggled happily. All the people she counted as friends or family had come to see her dance. The two talked for a few minutes more, until music began to fill the backstage area.
"That's the intermission-is-almost-over music. Spiro's going to start looking for me. I have to get going," she said in a hurried voice.
"You better go too. They might not let you back in," Emma added, ushering her brother out the door.
Before shutting the door, the two exchanged quick hugs.
With the door shut, Emma took off at a run for the right stage wing. Spiro would have her hide if she wasn't there before the first act started.