I love elves.
I even carry an Elven Encyclopedia with me to understand them better. I'm still on page 2, after the blank first page. The book is marvellous, so far. I got it from my dad, the famous and handsome Transcend, I think you may have heard of him? I think he was not even able to open it, so I'm setting the family record here!
My first encounter with an elf was with a pointy eared Dúnedain. There you have a fancy looking fellow, always wearing his tuxedo and hair done. Although I'm not sure about all that stuff on his head, what is hair and what is not. But a nice chap. I think he has an identity problem, like so many of those tree huggers seem to have, they never seem to know what they should do, some day making real people live longer, other day throwing sticks around, then going around with a fancy sword they don't even know how to wield. I mean, you swing an axe, not a sword.
Did I tell what I think about tree huggers? I don't have such a warm and fiery thing for them like my friend Shasta, who likes to see flames everywhere. But do you know why the axes were created after all...?
I don't dislike them, don't get me wrong. I've once met a nice elf who could keep me alive when I had once again gotten into deep old trouble. That was amazing, like dieing and being reborn multiple times during same second! You should try it too! But haven't seen such an useful elf for a long time now. Rarities they call them, and serve on silver plate in a museum.
I don't understand elves at all.
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