172 Quotes About Elves

... I've never met a magical creature before. All I know is what I've heard in stories. Father Christmas, for instance, with the elves who make the toys." Tergil was impassive. "We relate a similar tale," he replied. "It is called Santa Clause and his slave workforce". "Oh," said Thorpe. "It is an ancient story," said the elf, "about the perils of trusting strangers. It does have a happy ending, though. The evil Clause is beaten to death with hunks of reindeer meat.

Peppermint Whiskey? Hell, reindeer, keep up this niceness and I may have to take ya back home with us.”I lean close to him and whisper loudly, “You've already got a reindeer. You couldn't handle two of us.”He pours himself a shot before responding.“Ha! You obviously didn't know my rep in the North Pole before Randy or you'd never make such a ludicrous statement.

Now that we know Dylan's gonna live,” Evan speaks up, “I think we should leave these two alone.”He and Cole help me stand, though there's nothing wrong with my legs.“Yeah, so they can practice experimenting on that connection thing I mentioned earlier,” Barry says with a chuckle. “The man's hurt,” Evan says.“What's your point?” Willy asks. “His side is hurt, not his co-”“Willy,” Randy cuts him off.“Pfft! Like they don't know what I'm talking about.

Willy looks between Randy and me for a few seconds.“Holy candy canes. You two could almost pass for brothers.”I lean against the bar.“Not quite. I'm a couple of inches shorter, and I don't have the muscle your reindeer has.”“It's the long black hair.” He points at Randy. “I have a thing for long black hair. Hot damn, two hotties like you in Santa's Village at the same time? The elves wouldn't get any work done. They'd be too busy staring and jerk-”“Enough, elf,” Randy stops him.

I lean in and place my lips against his again. This time I don't stop with a quick whisper touch. I slide my tongue across his lips until he opens for me. His hands go to my waist to pull me closer as our tongues meet. We kiss slowly, neither of us in a hurry to take it further. My dick is hard enough to pound nails, but this moment isn't about that. It's about finally, finally being with the man who's had me tied up in knots for the past year.

She sighed and stepped out of the room, pulling the door shut behind her. Turning around, she nearly tripped over some of the help. “Man, you little bastards are everywhere, aren’t you?” she mumbled to herself.

I don't give a flying flip who you are or that you're a foot and a half taller than me and probably outweigh me by more than eighty pounds. Get out of my way so I can see for myself that Barry's okay.” I almost laugh at the normally shy Ricky's demanding voice but I'm thinking he wouldn't appreciate it. “Now, Mr. Chief Reindeer.”“Oh, hell.”It's not so amusing when the elf is threatening the second most powerful being in the North Pole.

Am I doing it right?” he asks as he speeds up his movements. I hear the nervousness in his voice.My hands slide up his back.“If you were doing it any more right I don't think I could handle it,” I respond softly, meaning it. “You're perfect.”He shakes his head a little.“You're so quiet,” he says.My hands go back to his hips as he continues to move over me.“I'm thinking about how good it is, how good we are.

8. Santa Claus is concerned about the problem of Arctic ice. The ice is the spouse of the elves, and she is sick. She is the primary source of their magic, as the elves cannot be separated from the place where they live. For many years now, this is all they have asked for for Christmas: that the ice should come back