Teamwork

Two little elves frolicked
in green lush grass.
Playful sprites
loving life
until the deluge of death ash.
At first, it was unnoticed.
Clothed in dress pants of
a kind friend, a sister, a brother,
a muggle wife who didn't like
her elf loving another.
Bit by itsy bit,
sabotage was laid
to rest in the lush green grass
for the elemental folk
to trip over.
Single words whispered
to breathe discontent
around their clover.
One elf could smell it,
and signaled out a warning,
but the other was aloof...
until the ash had settled
all snug and smiles
under their earthen roof.
Bit by itsy bit,
friendly-tailored rot
crept into their lot
to spoil the spritely two.
What were two little elves to do?
They clasped each other's hands,
retrieved some water and rags,
and dusted off their brooms.
They flitted about from
room to room
gathered up the fake,
smiling, friendly-fire masks
and tossed every one of them
out on their ass.