Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of tall grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall flowers when she heard a rumbling from underground. Curious, she followed the sound to a cleft in the rocks, about one foot high, out of which a war party of dwarves were running, singing:
"Huff! Death! The Dwarves will e'er live free!
Huff Death! We carve the stone, the man, the tree!
Huff! Huff! No languor knows our zeal!
Huff! Huff! The people are our meal!"
Etwas looked up at the dwarves boots and the axes that swung through the grass. From time to time, she had to jump backwards or forwards so as not to be cloven. She watched the sunshine gleam off the armor and the fury drip from the dwarves long beard. Finally, the hole gave up a litter, carried by four dwarves. There was a lavishly dressed and helmeted dwarf in the litter. Etwas jumped up on the boot of the front-right dwarf and climbed onto his ankle guard which was so smooth and shiny that she slid back onto the boot.
"Wheeeeeee!" Etwas giggled and she slid and landed in a lump.
She climbed back up on the bindings in back and slid back down. "Wheeeeeee!"
Finally, the dwarf in the litter held his hand up and all the dwarf soldiers stopped. "Andakablik! You've got an elf on your shoe!" he announced.
Andakablik, the dwarf, shifted the litter's pole onto his left shoulder, bent down and picked up Etwas in his hand, holding her before the dwarfish diplomat.
The ambassador bellowed, "Elf, you will be our first meal! I will grind your bones for my bread!"
Etwas laughed, "You may be tall, Mr. Dwarf, but I am fast!" and Etwas leapt from the servant's hand onto his chest plate and slid down the shiny metal. "Wheeeeeeee!" she was yelling as she tumbled over and over and dove towards the foxtails.
"Tall, huh?" said the ambassador. And ever since then, the dwarves and the elves have been allies.
"Huff! Death! The Dwarves will e'er live free!
Huff Death! We carve the stone, the man, the tree!
Huff! Huff! No languor knows our zeal!
Huff! Huff! The people are our meal!"
Etwas looked up at the dwarves boots and the axes that swung through the grass. From time to time, she had to jump backwards or forwards so as not to be cloven. She watched the sunshine gleam off the armor and the fury drip from the dwarves long beard. Finally, the hole gave up a litter, carried by four dwarves. There was a lavishly dressed and helmeted dwarf in the litter. Etwas jumped up on the boot of the front-right dwarf and climbed onto his ankle guard which was so smooth and shiny that she slid back onto the boot.
"Wheeeeeee!" Etwas giggled and she slid and landed in a lump.
She climbed back up on the bindings in back and slid back down. "Wheeeeeee!"
Finally, the dwarf in the litter held his hand up and all the dwarf soldiers stopped. "Andakablik! You've got an elf on your shoe!" he announced.
Andakablik, the dwarf, shifted the litter's pole onto his left shoulder, bent down and picked up Etwas in his hand, holding her before the dwarfish diplomat.
The ambassador bellowed, "Elf, you will be our first meal! I will grind your bones for my bread!"
Etwas laughed, "You may be tall, Mr. Dwarf, but I am fast!" and Etwas leapt from the servant's hand onto his chest plate and slid down the shiny metal. "Wheeeeeeee!" she was yelling as she tumbled over and over and dove towards the foxtails.
"Tall, huh?" said the ambassador. And ever since then, the dwarves and the elves have been allies.
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