George, the Orc barista: Elven Tongue Twisters

Sam the Elf took the stage, wearing a sleeveless leather jacket, torn skin tight pants, and wildly poofed-out hair. On closer inspection, George thought he saw that Sam was wearing makeup. Sam faced the crowd and smiled as he threw his hands above his head, his fingers forming the sign of the horns. Drums began to beat, an electric guitar initiated an epic riff, and the bass guitar joined in, creating a chest-thumping rhythm. Sam began to sing!

Verse 1:

In ancient woods, where shadows dance,

With silvered bows and moonlit glance,

We claim names, old as the skies,

Those human tongues stumble, with confused eyeees.

Pre-Chorus:

Thaxlind’or, Calan’eril, Eland’riale, too,

Twisting tongues, what’s a mortal to do?

Every syllable, every graceful syllable,

Lost to those, the humans are unable.

Chorus:

Elven names, a song of the stars,

But to you, they’re just bizarre.

Try as you might, to get it right,

Our names take flight, in the dead of niiiight.