Elves were wimps. Gnorf shifted his axe on his shoulder as his companion cowered behind his legs. The dwarf turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. The elf merely whimpered and pointed at a sapling that sprung out of the path ahead of them.
"It s-s-spoke!" he whimpered.
Gnorf slapped the elf around the head with his free hand. The silly creature must have drunk too much elvish wine, everyone knew trees didn't talk. He strode up and inspected the sapling, grunted and raised his axe, ready to smash it and solve the problem altogether.
"Don't you dare!"