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.