All of Joy is a Goblin's Laughter

To put a long story short the happening of Christ is not the only story told in these past two centuries, but one of mean monsters and greedy men. From the lighting, wrath, wraiths and wreathes to the agonizing fortitude in men there was a war among humans that is a story of new beginnings like that of Jesus of Nazareth dying for our sins, differences, this is about elves and goblins.

To follow a good relaxing New Year's resolution, you must:

1. Begin.
2. Bring.
3. Find your heart.

Start with this tale the elves of sparkling glittered makeup were infuriated at the green men of the outer forest. So, the commander of the elves Invictus climbed the mountains of doom and asked the elder trees their opinions on the matter. "Thus, brings the death of the tribes of goblins," said Invictus. The trees of longevity and high hope from the hidden villages of the elves had to respond, right? They creaked and hallowed some more with dusty breath coming out of their leaves saying, "Do not lead your people Invictus for there will be one goblin who stops the elven army." Invictus was confused at this point. He or she, for it is your choosing, climbed the straight tight rocks of the mountain of doom which was where the elves had set the foundations of their villages; so, like Rome to Greece.

Invictus was thought to bring his entire army, men and women, to the outer forest where the tribes of the goblins were, yet some say he brought a gift to an elven scout to send to the goblins -- an apple, the sign of peace and joy among war. So, to develop this story more one would have to define the word bring: a matter of development. In the roots of trees, at the bottom, there is sand. However, I tell of a time better than the apple and of peace and joy. So, a time that is eh in between here and there.

The whole Elven army looked stunning with pointed ears showing through rainbow metal helmets; nevertheless, fully plated with same metal in the rest of the elves armor. So, I say this because the ranked goblins on their pointy houses on broad staircases standing in a swamp had their usual, simple, leather garments; nonetheless, leather helmets with pointy ears.

So suddenly one of the goblins high above the other goblins used a horn. And thus, the elven woman leading the army to attack and destroy the goblins, for reasons of verset and arousal of their trees, simply whistled. The army of elves roared with yells of true anger, but among the goblins underneath the chaotic order intertwined wrath, was a goblin with a crown on his head yelling back. This was unlike any goblin or anything in the great big forest but a fashioned deer for an elven ceremony on special holidays.

The Goblin King is me! The teller of this tale who states the ending to be rather nice. Elven religion was indeed civilized there were patricians and plebians and some say there were slaves. Just like the elves, it was the law of the forest, the goblins wore slightly different rotting clothes as a kangaroo has a pouch for its baby, they had one too but for Billy goat milk. So, the goblin with the crown had a bow like most of the goblins around him, and he shot at the elven woman leading the army of elves. Missing just a hair leaving a scratch that eventually scarred. The elves, who had long boring days and were rather upset with the holidays given to them, actually cheered.

"To find one's heart is to find one's own goblin king," God.

The End