A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Dobby/Winky, #053 – Emotion, the If You Dare Challenge, #906 – never too be seen, and the Het-Pairings Boot Camp, #043 – dry, and for the Star Challenge, Dubhe.
A Larger Poetry Collection
115. Baby Elf
They'd never thought it possible:
they'd never felt those feelings before
and they were made for other things
But how were elves born? When the current ones
grew old and died? Just like humans
they discovered; after all, they were both once freed
to kind masters now, who'd given them orders
to do what they willed, and they wanted to try
because they'd seen the happiness that sprung
from their new Master's birth, and their own glowing cheeks
So they tried, they explored tentatively at first
and grew more confident, and more distraught
as it went on, and failed
But then they had success, and a baby elf
that was the symbol of their love.
Their happiness wouldn't dry for a while
but the tears soon dried.