Leprechaun story

“Freeze!” cried the young man, “Give me your pots of gold!”
“But sir, that’s all we have” said the leprechaun who was clad in green and red. He knew if the man was to press him at this party he’d have to give up his pots and in this recession it meant certain death as his gold was magical and sustaining his life force.
“Give me it, or I’ll slow tear your stomach out and make you watch me turn it into a shoe, you fairy!” yelled the man
“Hi, I’m Jolly, son of the spirit Melkor, you are?” the leprechaun asked trying to change the subject.
“How dare you mention the name of that horrible creature!” he cried sending a table flying at him as he ducked. “Trickster, give me your gold!”
“But I’m not a trickster-”
“AGAINST THE POINT!” he screamed. He calmed down for a second and said “ok, where is it?”
“Tell me your name first”
“Freangopel son of Frenomer”
“Very well Freangopel son of Frenomer, follow me” said Jolly son of Melkor as they walked out of the wooden cabin the leprechaun had been residing in and walked into the dark creepy woods. It was nearing midnight. At midnight Jolly stopped walking and walked into some shrubs.
“Jolly! Help! I am lost!” cried Freangopel. And when no answer came he cried out “Some one, any one, any thing help me! I am sorry for my greed and have been punished justly! Please, something guides me!” he cried out in one final attempt to escape as he saw a bright light just outside of a swamp. He then walked towards the light and into the marsh never to be seen or heard from again. And over the years several legends have emerged, some say it never happened. Some say the light was a will o wisp and he was lost forever. Some say it was a demon, possibly a servant of Melkor, out to kill him. Some say it was an angel who took him up. And still others say that he is still in those woods, wondering looking for a way out. For a way to redeem himself as disembodied spirit continually searching for his way out.