elf owl

Ex-sexy elf Orlando Bloom, without even putting on his Legolas weave, turns Justin Bieber-punching everyman.

U was an Usurer, a miserable elf; V was a Vintner, who drank all himself.

The old owl no longer hooted, and the water-oaks had ceased to moan as they bent their heads.

Now under the ivy-laden branches of a tall old tree an owl startles them with its shriek.

He peers out through his black-rimmed eyeglasses with the solemnity of an owl—but you should hear his songs!

Others sit, on the full stare, eyes fixed as those of an owl, upon the speaker.