elf - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The elf has a gaze that speaks of intelligence. Without words I am aware of his heart, of every emotion that swims beneath those calm features. In his movements is a softness, an inner peace that reminds me of the forest deer, that he is truly here in this moment and no other. I've been in so many rooms with so many humans and been alone, yet right here and now, I feel connection and it's a hug without hugging, a conversation without words.
The elf holds herself much as branches do and other things so natural. I suppose I had come to forget how stiff humans can be, as if they carry a fear the elves don't. Their kind moves as autumn leaves do, freely yet within the flow of creation, a serene purpose woven with a nobility and purpose. We stay still. Of course she knew of our presence long before we were aware of her, elves always do, for they are truly wild. We take a moment to let in the sacred spirit, to resonate with her, for she is bound only by nature's laws - not the sort for lesser animals - perhaps the highest kind. Which promises safety for the loving and danger for the dangerous.
Dainty bare toes gripped the golden boughs of the ancient trees as the Lady Elves gracefully walked with an enchanting song rising forth from their pale lips. Their bright eyes glinted in the pale light of their blue lanterns like the moonlight reflecting on a shimmering pool. With their long, elegant lashes blinking patiently, it was almost hypnotizing to watch them in their glistening white and blue robes that hung around their ankles with translucent silks. Their lobe-lacking ears pointed toward their silver crowns, which were entwined within their soft iridescent hair. The nightingales fell silent to hear the Lady Elves' song, a lullaby to all creatures, a saddened goodbye to the falling sun, and a praise to their rising moon.
The elf was not like his brethren. He did not have the urge to be good or help. He didn't want to make toys or sing. He wanted to start a car workshop in Queens. He had spoken about his ambition gaily in the canteen last year and they others fell about like it was the greatest joke ever. They slapped him on the back and with hearty guffaws they returned to their stations. No-one had mentioned it since.
He was about as tall and butch as your average thirteen year old with a similar quantity of facial hair - none. So there was that. Then there was his lack of start up capital due to that fact that Santa paid in smiles and appreciation. So there was that. Then there was his lack of experience with real engines. Then one day there was an opening in the sleigh team, the sleigh had an engine. He held his head high and requested the transfer. He'd be starting as a polisher of course, but he was 237 years young and he had lots of time to work his way up to engineer.