Three tall elves sat across from him near the fire, talking among themselves and occasionally stirring the big pot of broth.

The deal made, the tall elf vanished into the darkness.

As usual, the tall elf was going to be the first one in.

In the high grass fifteen yards behind them, the tall elf was kneeling.

The tall elf rubbed his fingertips together till the tears were gone.

Here a tall and stem-looking elf with graying hair met them.

A moment later a tall and surprisingly portly elf stood in the doorway.

The tall, white-haired young elf stood up from behind the table.

"Great speaker," said a tall elf at the head of the group.

The tall elf eased himself into a finely carved stone chair.