Teleinyer
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Some people say, “It’s just a joke.” But jokes often reflect something deeper.
The idea that elves are somehow better than everyone else has always made me uneasy.
It usually starts off harmless; little comments about how elves are more elegant, wiser, more attuned to magic. But it doesn’t stop there. Soon, other races become “less.” Less refined. Less capable. Less significant.
There’s this unspoken belief that elves are above it all. Untouchable. Idealized. But when you lift one group that high, you end up pushing everyone else down without even realizing it.
Every race in this world deserves to be seen in full: the strengths, the flaws, the contradictions. Not just the ones with glowing eyes and ancient bloodlines.
The phrases like “the elf has you” or “we serve the elves” might seem harmless. But sometimes those jokes reveal things. Sometimes they stick in the wrong way. Maybe it’s time we ask ourselves why this image of elvish superiority keeps surfacing. Nobody
voted them into power. So why do we keep writing stories like they already rule?
The Sturdy Feet of Dwarves
Through mountain halls and tunnels deep,
Where shadows dance and echoes creep,
The dwarves march on with steady beat,
Upon their strong and stubborn feet.
Calloused, thick, and tough as stone,
Worn by paths of rock and bone,
Through molten forges, cold and heat,
No road can break a dwarf’s firm feet.
They tread where giants fear to stand,
With iron will and hammered hand,
From cavern halls to mines so steep,
No path’s too rough for dwarves' brave feet.
So raise a mug and let us cheer,
For feet that never shake with fear!
Through war and work, through dust and peat,
All hail the dwarves—and their mighty feet!
