That Odd Little Elf

There was some sort of scene in the fiery lion last night between an elven gentleman, a battlescarred half elf, and a strangely small and pixie-ish elf. It began when the small one bought the other two pie. And ended after she pranked the elven gentleman by startling him. The half elf, whoever she was, flung her glass at the wee elfling, which broke upon her face, causing serious injury. Words were had, threats were made, and in the end the odd, spritely elfling didn't shed a single tear, make a single frowny face or even for a single moment stop being happy. She was last seen waltzing towards Shaedriel's temple to get her tiny face patched up. Demon imp? Wingless fairy? Mutant? Escaped Eladrin experiment? Gods only knew what she was. But all agreed on three things. She was small. She was fast. And she was wildly, exuberantly, perkily, and irrepressibly cheerful.