AN: This is it! This is the end! It's been really fun, everyone. I
appreciate all your comments and I hope you had fun on my little ride. I
hope lots of you stick around for the next part of this story. Again, you
all rock and made typing this story out extremely worthwhile! As I promised
the translations to the chapters and stuff will be at the end of this
update!
elentir girl: I'm glad you liked it! Here's the next chapter!
elrohir lover: Thanks! Again, I appreciate your review!
pixie88: Thank you for your review. Reviews make typing this story up worth it. I'm glad you liked my little story.
Hobbitgirl11: I found out my costumes/music a while back. In jazz, we're doing pop music from the 90's and wearing this one piece, gray-silver jumpsuit. It was suppose to be red but that didn't happen. For one ballet, we're doing Beethoven's 5th Symphony and wearing black tutus with a few layers of purple tulle and purple flowers on the body suit. For my private, I'm dancing to "Scarborough Fair" and the costume is basically the same one Emma uses when she dances to that song. For one tap, we're doing a tribute to Gregory Hines and wearing this red and black pin stripped suit and tie. For this other tap dance, we're doing a tribute to Celia Cruz and wearing this costume that is too ugly for words. I'm glad you liked my story!
Elleiadrieal: Thanks for your reviews and the sequel will be up once school starts again!
Saralitazie: Thanks! I'm glad you liked this story so much!
orlandofan13: What can I say; I'm a sucker for the happy ending. I like it when stories end on a good note (with the exception of The Matrix Trilogy, I like the way that trilogy ends.)
Lindiel Eryn: As always, I appreciate your review! Thranduil's plan will be revealed in time. By the by, have you read any of the New Jedi Order books?
Elvenrocker: Sorry about the music overkill. I promise that's not going to happen as much anymore. Thanks for your review, as usual!
Kerla: Thanks! I'm glad you liked this story!
PixiePea000: Between computer demons and other things, I'm finally updating. I was going to write that but there are just no words I could think of to express that part of the show. By the way, GOLLUM and watch out for Agent Elrond Smith (though I could get a certain bunch of Matrix characters to keep an eye on him for you).
kurleyhawk2: Thanks! I appreciate it!
Elainor: Jazz does that to people! As always, thanks!
*words*---indicate something being sung (As usual, the song isn't mine!)
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.
Several weeks had passed since Emma's arrival in Mirkwood. She had started her lessons, like all good little elflings did, and was getting along quite well considering it was material she had never even considered real. The only thing missing from her day-to-day routine was dance. It was the only thing she truly missed.
"Where are we going?" Emma questioned, as she trotted behind her brother.
She had been excused from her lessons early, on request of the prince. Now she followed her older brother through the caverns of Mirkwood. He would not say where they were going, only that it was a surprise he knew Emma was going to enjoy.
They had walked for what seemed like an age when they finally came to their destination.
It was one of the vast courtyards, this one just below the king's private study.
Gathered in the courtyard were several elves, all dressed alike. Each wore tight fitting leggings gray and, what looked to Emma to be, some type of gray bodysuit. All had leather slippers on their feet and their hair tied back away from their faces.
It looked to Emma like this might have been a dance class of some kind.
"My prince, what brings you out here today?" questioned one of the figures, dropping into a formal curtsey.
"Lady Aralle, this is the child I was discussing. The dancer," Legolas told the elf, gesturing for her to rise from her curtsey.
Elven eyes scanned the tunic and breeches clad child. "This is your sister, then?" questioned Aralle.
"Aye that she is. I know it is late in your work but I would like you to consider allowing Emma to dance with your esteemed band," Legolas requested.
"You dance, child?" Aralle asked, indicating that Emma should answer her question.
"I do, ma'am. Well, I use to dance when I lived outside of Middle Earth," Emma admitted, in a small voice.
"And, do you dance well?" Aralle posed.
Emma shrugged, halfheartedly. She had never been all that confident with her dancing abilities. It came from the people she danced with. They had been keen on making sure to run her abilities down as often as they could.
"She is a very good dancer, my lady. Perhaps you would like a demonstration?" Legolas answered for his sister.
"I think a demonstration is in order. It is not that I am disagreeing with your words, my prince. It is just that I only accept the most skilled dancers from all the groups below my own," Aralle commented.
"I understand, my lady. Allow me but a moment to discuss with my sister," Legolas requested.
Aralle backed away, rejoining her fellow dancers.
"What am I suppose to be doing?" Emma questioned, her brother.
"These are elven dancers, Emma. I know you miss dancing very much and I hoped that they would allow you to dance with them. Aralle wants just a simple demonstration of your skill as a dancer. Unless you prefer being given a position in this group on the basis of your own position as princess," Legolas explained.
Emma thought for a moment, considering her options. She wanted to dance, in the very worst way. It was the only thing she missed about her life in the other world.
"I would not want that to happen," she said, "I would like to earn a position in this group."
"As I knew you would," Legolas commented, "Now, can you furnish Aralle with one of your dances?"
After a moment's thought, Emma nodded. She had decided to go with the first dance that popped into her head. It was not a dance she had performed in any show of any kind. It was simply a combination Spiro had taught them to pass the time. There were no fancy costumes associated with this combination---all they had worn were black bodysuits, black stockings, black shorts, and, of course, pink ballet slippers.
Why this combination, out of the many dances she knew, had decided to appear now was beyond her. It was just something she wanted to do.
"Has the princess decided to dance?" Aralle questioned, coming back over to Legolas and Emma.
"I have, ma'am," she said, "I would like to earn a position within the ranks of this group."
The older elven maiden barked an order in her native tongue. The other dancers stepped away from the middle of the courtyard, leaving a vast expanse of room in which Emma could dance.
She took to the center of the room, standing in the very familiar "B+" position, and allowing her mind to creep back to when she had first learned the combination.
*Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty
oh and weightless then maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe
in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here*
The dance was what they referred to as a lyrical ballet, actions matching the words sung. Lyrical dances required more emotion than anything else as much of what you felt needed to be expressed within the course of the dance. They were not a popular show form of dance, due to the fact they were less flashy and spectacular, but were an interesting form to learn.
The dance ended with Emma resting on floor, as if asleep seeking comfort from angelic beings.
She stood, dusting her tunic off.
"Was that acceptable, ma'am?" she questioned, sounding concerned and hoping the elven maiden understood the nature of that type of dance.
"You have some skill for someone so very young. Your teachers must have been very skilled, indeed. I would enjoy having you dance with me and my fellows," Aralle told the child.
A smile broke out on Emma's face. She was going to be allowed to dance once again.
"I leave my sister in your care, Aralle. It seems my father would like to speak with me," Legolas said to the instructor.
A page stood at the prince's side, eager to to leave the courtyard and return to Thranduil.
Aralle sketched a bow and lead Emma off to be introduced to the rest of the dancers. There was much work to be done, a dance to be changed, and a new part to be added.
"Father, you wished to speak with me," Legolas said, when he reached his father's private study.
Instead of finding his father sitting behind the desk, working to keep the whole of Mirkwood safe, he found Thranduil standing, staring out the window.
At the king's side stood a dark haired minor lord. The two appeared to be deep in conversation.
"My son," Thranduil said, "I was just pointing out that child to Lord Narmotur. He came to me looking for a wife to sail west with."
Legolas looked a bit confused, unsure of what his sister had to do with a minor lord looking to wed and to sail west.
"I will take my leave, my lord," Narmotur said, bowing his way out of the room.
"I do believe I have found an acceptable wife for him. He would like to move up in status, someday," Thranduil pointed out, sitting down in his chair and indicating that his son should take the seat across from him.
Legolas lowered himself into the chair, watching his father with a careful eye. Since Emma arrived in Middle Earth, he had become far more devious that he had ever though possible. The elven lord was planning something but he had yet to discern what that something was.
Shrugging off his feelings, the price asked, "What would like to talk to me about?"
"You have been summoned to the White City," Thranduil commented, "Take the little brat and her parents and head out to Minas Tirith as soon as possible."
"Why have we been summoned?" Legolas questioned.
"The summons did not state," Thranduil said, finality in his voice.
"I will figure out what you are planning, father, know that fact," Legolas whispered, as the laughter of an elven child filled the room from the courtyard below.
AN: Here are the translations as promised!
Il Ballerina Piccolo---The Little Ballerina
CH 1---To Find a Baby (girl)
CH 2---We Go to the School of Dance
CH 3---The School of Dance
CH 4---The Meeting
CH 5---Truth
CH 6---To Think
CH 7---The Meeting Again
CH 8--- To Talk
CH 9--- The Costumes
CH 10--- The Revelation
CH 11--- The Parents
CH 12--- To Give a Gift
CH 13--- The Mother
CH 14--- The Package
CH 15--- The Halls of the King
CH 16--- The Father and the Son
CH 17--- To Make (the) Preparations
CH 18--- To Stretch
CH 19--- The Golden Woods
CH 20--- The Mirror
CH 21--- The Reactions
CH 22--- Taking of Dance
CH 23--- The High King
CH 24--- The High King, the Queen, the Prince and the Princess
CH 25--- It Says to a History (literal translation)
CH 26--- Interlude
CH 27--- To Attack and to Leave
CH 28--- To Break the News
CH 29--- The Father, the Son, and the Daughter
CH 30--- (the) Blood and (the) Water
CH 31--- To Go Home
CH 32--- To Dance Poorly
CH 33--- The Seat of the Heart
CH 34--- To Dance
CH 35--- A Surprise
CH 36--- I Hope You Dance
CH 37--- Two Dances
CH 38--- The Final Dance
CH 39--- The End
elentir girl: I'm glad you liked it! Here's the next chapter!
elrohir lover: Thanks! Again, I appreciate your review!
pixie88: Thank you for your review. Reviews make typing this story up worth it. I'm glad you liked my little story.
Hobbitgirl11: I found out my costumes/music a while back. In jazz, we're doing pop music from the 90's and wearing this one piece, gray-silver jumpsuit. It was suppose to be red but that didn't happen. For one ballet, we're doing Beethoven's 5th Symphony and wearing black tutus with a few layers of purple tulle and purple flowers on the body suit. For my private, I'm dancing to "Scarborough Fair" and the costume is basically the same one Emma uses when she dances to that song. For one tap, we're doing a tribute to Gregory Hines and wearing this red and black pin stripped suit and tie. For this other tap dance, we're doing a tribute to Celia Cruz and wearing this costume that is too ugly for words. I'm glad you liked my story!
Elleiadrieal: Thanks for your reviews and the sequel will be up once school starts again!
Saralitazie: Thanks! I'm glad you liked this story so much!
orlandofan13: What can I say; I'm a sucker for the happy ending. I like it when stories end on a good note (with the exception of The Matrix Trilogy, I like the way that trilogy ends.)
Lindiel Eryn: As always, I appreciate your review! Thranduil's plan will be revealed in time. By the by, have you read any of the New Jedi Order books?
Elvenrocker: Sorry about the music overkill. I promise that's not going to happen as much anymore. Thanks for your review, as usual!
Kerla: Thanks! I'm glad you liked this story!
PixiePea000: Between computer demons and other things, I'm finally updating. I was going to write that but there are just no words I could think of to express that part of the show. By the way, GOLLUM and watch out for Agent Elrond Smith (though I could get a certain bunch of Matrix characters to keep an eye on him for you).
kurleyhawk2: Thanks! I appreciate it!
Elainor: Jazz does that to people! As always, thanks!
*words*---indicate something being sung (As usual, the song isn't mine!)
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.
Several weeks had passed since Emma's arrival in Mirkwood. She had started her lessons, like all good little elflings did, and was getting along quite well considering it was material she had never even considered real. The only thing missing from her day-to-day routine was dance. It was the only thing she truly missed.
"Where are we going?" Emma questioned, as she trotted behind her brother.
She had been excused from her lessons early, on request of the prince. Now she followed her older brother through the caverns of Mirkwood. He would not say where they were going, only that it was a surprise he knew Emma was going to enjoy.
They had walked for what seemed like an age when they finally came to their destination.
It was one of the vast courtyards, this one just below the king's private study.
Gathered in the courtyard were several elves, all dressed alike. Each wore tight fitting leggings gray and, what looked to Emma to be, some type of gray bodysuit. All had leather slippers on their feet and their hair tied back away from their faces.
It looked to Emma like this might have been a dance class of some kind.
"My prince, what brings you out here today?" questioned one of the figures, dropping into a formal curtsey.
"Lady Aralle, this is the child I was discussing. The dancer," Legolas told the elf, gesturing for her to rise from her curtsey.
Elven eyes scanned the tunic and breeches clad child. "This is your sister, then?" questioned Aralle.
"Aye that she is. I know it is late in your work but I would like you to consider allowing Emma to dance with your esteemed band," Legolas requested.
"You dance, child?" Aralle asked, indicating that Emma should answer her question.
"I do, ma'am. Well, I use to dance when I lived outside of Middle Earth," Emma admitted, in a small voice.
"And, do you dance well?" Aralle posed.
Emma shrugged, halfheartedly. She had never been all that confident with her dancing abilities. It came from the people she danced with. They had been keen on making sure to run her abilities down as often as they could.
"She is a very good dancer, my lady. Perhaps you would like a demonstration?" Legolas answered for his sister.
"I think a demonstration is in order. It is not that I am disagreeing with your words, my prince. It is just that I only accept the most skilled dancers from all the groups below my own," Aralle commented.
"I understand, my lady. Allow me but a moment to discuss with my sister," Legolas requested.
Aralle backed away, rejoining her fellow dancers.
"What am I suppose to be doing?" Emma questioned, her brother.
"These are elven dancers, Emma. I know you miss dancing very much and I hoped that they would allow you to dance with them. Aralle wants just a simple demonstration of your skill as a dancer. Unless you prefer being given a position in this group on the basis of your own position as princess," Legolas explained.
Emma thought for a moment, considering her options. She wanted to dance, in the very worst way. It was the only thing she missed about her life in the other world.
"I would not want that to happen," she said, "I would like to earn a position in this group."
"As I knew you would," Legolas commented, "Now, can you furnish Aralle with one of your dances?"
After a moment's thought, Emma nodded. She had decided to go with the first dance that popped into her head. It was not a dance she had performed in any show of any kind. It was simply a combination Spiro had taught them to pass the time. There were no fancy costumes associated with this combination---all they had worn were black bodysuits, black stockings, black shorts, and, of course, pink ballet slippers.
Why this combination, out of the many dances she knew, had decided to appear now was beyond her. It was just something she wanted to do.
"Has the princess decided to dance?" Aralle questioned, coming back over to Legolas and Emma.
"I have, ma'am," she said, "I would like to earn a position within the ranks of this group."
The older elven maiden barked an order in her native tongue. The other dancers stepped away from the middle of the courtyard, leaving a vast expanse of room in which Emma could dance.
She took to the center of the room, standing in the very familiar "B+" position, and allowing her mind to creep back to when she had first learned the combination.
*Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty
oh and weightless then maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe
in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here*
The dance was what they referred to as a lyrical ballet, actions matching the words sung. Lyrical dances required more emotion than anything else as much of what you felt needed to be expressed within the course of the dance. They were not a popular show form of dance, due to the fact they were less flashy and spectacular, but were an interesting form to learn.
The dance ended with Emma resting on floor, as if asleep seeking comfort from angelic beings.
She stood, dusting her tunic off.
"Was that acceptable, ma'am?" she questioned, sounding concerned and hoping the elven maiden understood the nature of that type of dance.
"You have some skill for someone so very young. Your teachers must have been very skilled, indeed. I would enjoy having you dance with me and my fellows," Aralle told the child.
A smile broke out on Emma's face. She was going to be allowed to dance once again.
"I leave my sister in your care, Aralle. It seems my father would like to speak with me," Legolas said to the instructor.
A page stood at the prince's side, eager to to leave the courtyard and return to Thranduil.
Aralle sketched a bow and lead Emma off to be introduced to the rest of the dancers. There was much work to be done, a dance to be changed, and a new part to be added.
"Father, you wished to speak with me," Legolas said, when he reached his father's private study.
Instead of finding his father sitting behind the desk, working to keep the whole of Mirkwood safe, he found Thranduil standing, staring out the window.
At the king's side stood a dark haired minor lord. The two appeared to be deep in conversation.
"My son," Thranduil said, "I was just pointing out that child to Lord Narmotur. He came to me looking for a wife to sail west with."
Legolas looked a bit confused, unsure of what his sister had to do with a minor lord looking to wed and to sail west.
"I will take my leave, my lord," Narmotur said, bowing his way out of the room.
"I do believe I have found an acceptable wife for him. He would like to move up in status, someday," Thranduil pointed out, sitting down in his chair and indicating that his son should take the seat across from him.
Legolas lowered himself into the chair, watching his father with a careful eye. Since Emma arrived in Middle Earth, he had become far more devious that he had ever though possible. The elven lord was planning something but he had yet to discern what that something was.
Shrugging off his feelings, the price asked, "What would like to talk to me about?"
"You have been summoned to the White City," Thranduil commented, "Take the little brat and her parents and head out to Minas Tirith as soon as possible."
"Why have we been summoned?" Legolas questioned.
"The summons did not state," Thranduil said, finality in his voice.
"I will figure out what you are planning, father, know that fact," Legolas whispered, as the laughter of an elven child filled the room from the courtyard below.
AN: Here are the translations as promised!
Il Ballerina Piccolo---The Little Ballerina
CH 1---To Find a Baby (girl)
CH 2---We Go to the School of Dance
CH 3---The School of Dance
CH 4---The Meeting
CH 5---Truth
CH 6---To Think
CH 7---The Meeting Again
CH 8--- To Talk
CH 9--- The Costumes
CH 10--- The Revelation
CH 11--- The Parents
CH 12--- To Give a Gift
CH 13--- The Mother
CH 14--- The Package
CH 15--- The Halls of the King
CH 16--- The Father and the Son
CH 17--- To Make (the) Preparations
CH 18--- To Stretch
CH 19--- The Golden Woods
CH 20--- The Mirror
CH 21--- The Reactions
CH 22--- Taking of Dance
CH 23--- The High King
CH 24--- The High King, the Queen, the Prince and the Princess
CH 25--- It Says to a History (literal translation)
CH 26--- Interlude
CH 27--- To Attack and to Leave
CH 28--- To Break the News
CH 29--- The Father, the Son, and the Daughter
CH 30--- (the) Blood and (the) Water
CH 31--- To Go Home
CH 32--- To Dance Poorly
CH 33--- The Seat of the Heart
CH 34--- To Dance
CH 35--- A Surprise
CH 36--- I Hope You Dance
CH 37--- Two Dances
CH 38--- The Final Dance
CH 39--- The End