Dobby The Free Elf Novels & Stories

"I am a Dasher. And that you know about. How can you let me suffer? When all the other witches of your coven will get to know...they are going to hate you." The words of Debrah made her think for a moment, then she loosened the chains on her hands. Her palms were now, free. Next moment and Debrah twisted the chains in a moment and Garlic could only stare. With the slight pull, the chains broke and she smirked. Coming to her direction, she was about to kill Garlic when she started chanting crossing both of her hands upon her hair she sits on the floor and a current hit through Debrah's body.

There were so many more a centaur with stalls for each one, three little elves, vampires, witches, even a pool in the back for the mermaids. You could agree that it wasn’t the best looking but if It could hold all of us then it has to have some type of magic in it. I took a big deep breath out not noticing that I was holding it, looking back at Daisy I saw how her silky black hair was all over the place. Likewise, I took my hand out combing it with my hands indicating to her about her hair she looked at me with shock a Scooby-Doo face. She quickly grabbed my hand away from her hair and put it down in my lap rumbling in her hand purse then pulling out a hot pink comb to match her purse.

*pop* Susan called and with a small pop, a robust looking male house-elf, that had some sawdust in its hair, appeared by her side. "How can Woody help Lady?" "Hello Woody. The rest of the bookshelves that I asked can wait a little. Right now, I need some artistic engraving work to be done to the wood in the new sections. Lord Ravenclaw is not very good with that. Could you do this for us?" Susan asked Woody, and Erik let out a harrumph when she talked about his low artistic sense. Woody, one of the two house-elves of Hogwarts specialized in carpentry, nodded his head with enthusiasm at the request.

It was the most magical thing I had ever witnessed in my entire life. “But, what do we do, mum? This place is so large. How do we find dad?” I asked her carefully. I didn’t know what to do, hence, I had started panicking. Just as she wanted to reply, a very unique voice echoed through our ears. “Esposito, right?” The angelic masculine voice called out. This grabbed our attention, making us look back immediately. We looked back surprisingly and sighted a dwarf elf. He had a firm face with hair that was grey. This matched with his eyebrows, which was staring at us, desperately. The only thing that lingered on my mind was: So, these creatures exist?

Trav appeared to think for a moment, trying to remember his conversation with Annabelle. "In the Dragon and Fae realm," Arch interjected. He must've has heard of the fae realm during one of his travels because to my knowledge, Arch has never actually visited the realm. Elfin servants are tiny magical creatures that help to do your bidding. In this realm, the witches and wizards use pixies to run small errands such as sending parcels and deliveries while in the other realm, there are elfin servants. "Do you think she has access to the fae realm?" Trav looked uncertain.

"However... uhh" "Oh yes, my Lord, they're not like the Elves you're seeing similar to Legolas. Those kinds of house-elves serve this kingdom, transatlantic slavery. They came from the land of Darkvenilland, were evil's descendants, and they're rescued there in the hopes of giving them good working conditions, meaning they'll get paid and won't be mistreated..." "Oh no, you must not do that to them. They are also live creatures who suffer. We must treat everyone equally here and..."

, he explained to us. I can feel Mr. Sapping’s eyes on me and the same goes for Miss Sullivan and Jess; glancing over at them as I blush. Putting a small smile on my face, then turning to the small elf. Bring him towards the armchair that’s next to the couch that is being taken up by the other three people. Once he sat down, I leaned somewhat against the coffee table as my daughter grabbed my hand and tugs me towards her seat. Sitting down and she gets on top; kissing her temple as I focus my attention back to the elf. “So, when you say your name changes with a new owner, are you saying that each time they gave you to a different person, they give you a new name?”, I asked.

“Good. You two are going to take Hernande to the spires. She’s going to quietly drink her milkshake while you watch over her. When the Elf Lords come back, they can sort out their differences between them.” “What about me?” said the dwarf in my hand. “You’ll stay with me for now. If nothing untoward happens, you get your freedom in a thousand years. Don’t worry, it’ll pass in a blink of an eye.” There was some bickering, assurances given, refuted and counter-offered, but an agreement was reached. “You have fulfilled your part of the agreement, and asked for nothing in return,” said the elf. I had asked for quite a lot in return. Not to be killed, to be left alone, my balls to remain attached

“We are going to help save you from his inhumanity. Now, if you listen to what we say, you should be fine. Now come on.” “I don’t want to be saved!” I yelled, “I want to go back. Now let me go!” The elves continued to pull me deeper into the forest, fluffy being dragged behind us on a makeshift stretcher. I really hoped they wouldn’t eat him and I would be sure that wouldn’t happen. What kind of weird people would eat a pet!?

The sound of his flesh making contact with the door rings through the house but the one who hears it is someone that he does not suspect. A little dark elf answers the door. She has pure snow-white hair and even pure white eyes. She looks up and notices that it’s the king. She points her finger at him. “Hey! You are special king elf!” Quickly, she bows out of respect. Then she hears a voice the rumbles within the living room of the cottage. “Hey, Mina. Why do you go play at your aunt’s house.” The strong female voice rises through the space. “Okay mommy!” The little elf rushes through th trio in front of her and begins to go the house across the street. Once she is gone, the elf that owns th