The Elf

What you lost (it was a thing) tumbled down the stairs with a great clatter. It reminded me of a car crash in a blender—fender bender frappé!
It woke me and I couldn't shake the ringing from my ears. Your first gift to me. How do you not remember any of this? You're a forgetful little thing. Are all of you like this?
Anyway, I followed the ringing that lingered like a scent hanged for being offensive, to where you were. You are a shuffling sort of a creature, in case that hasn't ever been mentioned to you, and so you shuffled along each nearly insurmountable stair, looking adorable. A tiny little man, slight as a teddy bear, as twisted in complexion as the trees in the yard. I decided to be best friends right there. Did I seem too eager? You have to remember this! I was much too eager when I plucked you up between my middle knuckles and carried you over to your thing. What a strange thing it was, much like a ball of water, shaking against the prison of its skin and jiggling offensively. And then you were gone. It was your source of power, I knew it immediately.