The Fairy Diary Day 359 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon’s eagle had returned without its rider. According to Merlin he disappeared somewhere between Gilgorgon’s mountain and Nonin-gal-dith. 

My immediate thought was that he was headed home to his own pixie burrow, but then I remembered that Willie’s bog was in that vicinity too. 

With the wizard’s approval I dashed off a note on the scroll to the High Fairy and asked him to send word to the pixies to be on the lookout for Dunfallon. 

Then Merlin took all of us to Gilgorgon’s mountain. 

What should have been a gladsome time was dampened by our fears for our friend. Gilgorgon already had dwarves out looking for him. 

We settled in for the night to prepare for the search tomorrow. 

Each of us is anxious for our friend. Particularly Noralei. 

The Fairy Diary Day 167 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I awoke this morning from a deeper than usual sleep. I was thankful that it was not disturbed by dreams or waking visions. But I immediately knew something was wrong. 

Only one pendant was suspended around my neck. The one Merlin gave me was missing. 

The memory of Tog’s curiosity leapt to my mind. So I went in search of the pixie chief. 

And could not locate him. Nor indeed had anyone seen him since last night. 

In the middle of my dilemma, Geog returned from below. He brought news that all are welcome to come down to a clan meeting that the trolls are convening.  But I felt I could not go until I found my pendant. Rumble and Dunfallon agreed and we told the brothers to go on without us. 

They were reluctant at first until I suggested they could be a big help if they were to look for Tog and my pendant down in the valley. A homesick Grimace was quick to comply. 

So with some of Dunfallon’s new friends we scoured the secret places in and around the pixie burrow.

The Fairy Diary Day 165 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

My rest was disturbed last night. I thought I saw lights floating in and around the trees. Come the morning light I was still not sure whether I had been awake at all or just dreaming. No one else mentioned seeing anything out of the ordinary. 

Perhaps it was only a portent for our day. 

We crossed the ridge of the hill at noon and got our first view of the lovely little valley where the trolls dwell. Geog veered off of the shortcut track saying the pixie burrow was over among a stand of pines. 

Before the trolls took two steps we were met by an unwelcoming committee. They recognized our troll brothers, but forbid them (and us) to come forward until they got a closer look at them. 

When Geog and Grimace passed their inspection, our trolls introduced us to their leader – a wizened old pixie (they consider him a sage) named Rumbletog. (I know, I’ll have to call him something else to avoid confusion). 

He gathered us in a special place where they meet with their oversized neighbors. 

A short explanation made all clear. The troll brothers’ family had believed that they had become renegades by leaving the valley. 

It was the first indication that all may not be well below. 

But all is not well up here either, for they turned to us for help. They have been haunted by glowing sprites in their pines every night.