She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.
I didn't need the elf outfit to play an elf; I could just play an elf.
. . . there's no such thing as an underwear elf. Even when it goes missing, it's somewhere in the room. So make sure you find it. " -- DARK OF NIGHT by Suzanne Brockmann
Kreacher said nothing,” said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, “and there’s its twin, unnatural little beasts they are.
I think doing a female Elf in the Woodland realm was a bit safer, because we haven't met one of those yet.
Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!
Call me Elf. . . . . . one more time!
. . . The plural of elf is elves! What a language! What a world!
But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.
I mean, I have a great job. I get to dress up and become somebody else, especially when it's someone like Legolas, who's this super-cool kind of otherworldly elf. It's, like, I'm lucky, man, so why would I not appreciate that?
Drawn by conceit from reason's plan How vain is that poor creature man; How pleas'd in ev'ry paltry elf To grate about that thing himself.
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite, All are on their rounds tonight; In the wan moon's silver ray, Thrives their helter-skelter play.
In the middle of a garden grew a rose tree; it was full of roses, and in the loveliest of them all lived an elf. He was so tiny that no human eye could see him. He had a snug little room behind every petal of the rose. He was as well made and as perfect as any human child, and he had wings reaching from his shoulders to his feet. Oh, what a delicious scent there was in his room, and how lovely and transparent the walls were, for they were palest pink, rose petals.
I wouldn't say I was a queen. Maybe a little elf
Who knew an elf queen could be so vicious!
You think Ivy's a planner? She has nothing on a motivated elf with too much money.
Not a creature was stirring, not even an elf.
Here lies Dobby, a free elf.
