"What creature gave you the right to enter this wood?" demanded the elf hoarsely, standing erect with the blade of his leaf shaped sword pressed firmly against Raymond's throat.
"Tell me now! Who gave you the right to enter this wood! Speak quickly, else I lose my patience! SPEAK!"

"I was on a hike! Dude!" Raymond managed to say, his shoulders pinned tightly against the tree behind him by the pain on his neck.
"I was just hiking through the woods and I ended up here! I didn't know I was trespassing or anything! I thought the Muir park's side trails stayed on park land, I'm sorry, man! Please don't hurt me! "

"You wandered here, human?" asked the elf, leaning forward slightly, tilting his head, his eyes becoming even more hostile and focused.

"Yeah! I guess?" replied the hiker.

Removing his blade, the elf grabbed Raymond by the collar and threw him into a tree to the left. The elf, standing tall and full of pride, looked down disdainfully at the human. Raymond's shoulders were hunched and turned away from his sudden attacker, and he glanced towards the strange person who had appeared in front of him only moments ago. The elf looked at the human against the tree and thought of him like a bad dog; like a dog who had urinated in the wrong neighbor's yard, in his yard.

"Humans do not simply wander into this forest. They bring with them fire and destruction and axes so that they may make our wood part of their...machine. Humans do not belong here! You do not belong here!" said the elf, raising his voice and looking down his nose at Raymond who now stood and faced him, shoulders sagging and palms outstretched.

"Dude, I don't know if you're some weird uber-environmentalist, or something, but I love trees, man! Their cool! Gotta love 'em! All I've got is my walking stick, see? No axes!" Raymond said, cautiously, gesturing to the rough oak staff lying on the ground.
"Hey, look, I've got a Quaker Oats bar too! It's chocolate, everybody loves chocolate! Take it, just take it!" he said, voice quavering, hunching away even more. The elf simply stood there, and only his eyes followed the wrapped bar's fall to the dirt. He grimaced.

"That thing is not of nature; it is some manufactured boil made of the honest soil. It is of your world, your heartless machine. I have no need or want of such things."

"Well what DO you want? I'll give you anything, man! Take my cell phone, take my wallet, take my water bottle, just LEAVE ME ALONE! JESUS, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" shouted Raymond, now hunched back against the tree almost to the point of touching the ground, and to the point of tears. Out of all the years he had spent hiking along paths through the woods, this was the last thing he expected would ever happen. He had never been mugged before, and never by some weirdly dressed, long haired hippie with a sword.

The elf's eyes narrowed at the question, and his previously harsh tone became dark and menacing.

"I want nothing of you, that is what I want. I want nothing of you, nothing of your world, nothing of any kind, but for you to be gone. Be gone, utterly gone!" spoke the elf as he approached the frightened human figure, who, at the elf's last words, bolted down the path he had come in a cloud of blue language.

The elf stood there for moment, back straight, eyes narrowed, and grimace present.
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"Humans, they understand nothing." He said with disdain. "They 'wander' where they will and do as they please with no utterance of regard towards their mother, the womb that bore their kind upon their earth. They are quick to manipulate to achieve their ends, their desires. And as they trickle in and out, they wish to taint our world as well. What they seem as progress in not so, but simply the hastening of their doom, and the doom of what they call their precious earth. As they are present, so shall they be a plague upon any world."