from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition

  • n. A lock of hair tangled as if by elves. Often used in the plural.

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  • n. A lock of hair that is tangled.

from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English

  • n. Hair matted, or twisted into a knot, as if by elves.

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. A knot of hair twisted by elves; a knot twisted as if by elves; hence, in the plural, hair in unusual disorder.


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From elf +‎ lock.


  • At the same time, I started searching the net for others who were just as elflock-stricken by Middle-earth.

    GreenCine Daily

  • She suddenly shouted: 'You rotten guy, you monster, you banshee, you elflock, get out of here or I'll scream and all of Frampol will come running.'

    Pratie Place


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  • See also Mercutio's speech about Queen Mab in Romeo and Juliet, Act 1, Scene 4:

    ......This is that very Mab

    That plats the manes of horses in the night,

    And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,

    Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:

    April 29, 2014

  • We are nightly the victims of elfmock.
    The imps weave a tangle of elflock -
    And not only hair!
    The knot of despair
    Is the singular horror of elfcock!

    April 29, 2014

  • The Word of the Day notice for elflock provides better examples than those supplied on this page. Those examples follow:


    Hortense was too sleepy to reply, and in the morning no one questioned her, for Uncle Jonah had a sorry tale to tell of the horses, who lay in their stalls too tired to move, their manes and tails in elflocks, and their flanks mud stained.

    Carl Henry Grabo, The Cat in Grandfather's House

    The hair also became of midnight blackness, and gummed up into elflocks of fantastic shape and effect.

    John McElroy, Andersonville: A Story of Rebel Military Prisons

    This is the foul Flibbertigibbet; he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web, and the pin; knits the elflock; squints the eye, and makes the hair-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creatures of the earth.

    Shakespeare, King Lear

    April 29, 2014