Elves were always my favorite part of Lord of the Rings, and most fantasy things come to that. I love the mystery and the majesty of and ancient people still living among us. Their eyes have gods in the elder days and the rise and fall of empires. They have a stoic reticence to interfere yet they always have a philosophical opinion on things.
But they REALLY became my favorite when I stopped writing serious (read: boring) Fantasy and started reading comedy. Sir Terry Pratchett never wrote up Elves in a comedic light, like he did with the Dwarves—and thank GOD because I’d hate to have to follow that act—but reading his works made me realise that my favorite victims of comedy are people who take themselves to seriously. And there’s nothing more serious than an Elf.
Dignity, and the loss of said dignity, is a great staple of comedy and the greater the dignity, the funnier it is. It’s also when you get people who have illusions of being wise and serious when really they’re a bunch of prats. I always found myself wondering if the Elves really ARE wise and all-knowing or are they just pompous codgers who’re full of shit.
In the end you get lovely character sketches of Elves that are less like Elrond and more like Bertie Wooster.
Throw in lots of money and connections and suicidal tendancies when they get depressed and you get this with pointy ears on:
(I do not own the rights to this clip which is from “And Now For Something Completely Different)
…Which is how I came up with Lynald Wingaurd.
Hope that explains some things. Any further questions about my thing with Elves, feel free to ask in the comments.
Bwah. Next convention, remind me to commission a pic of elven Jeeves and Wooster.
I would totally love that.