As
soon as the sun reached the treetops, I drove to river. My heart was beating
wildly, but I couldn’t say why. Oton had implied that the celebration had been
delayed so I could attend. What was I to these creatures? I pushed the thought
away and started walking. I know the way now. The first few times, I stumbled
around in circles until they found me, but I blazed a straight path to Elvsmyr last
night. Rounding a mound of shrubs, I was dive bombed by a robin. He screeched
and peeked at my head, but I wasn’t there to harm him. A few steps later, I
realized why he had become so aggressive. The bright robin egg blue caught my
eye as I hurried away. Obviously he had nestlings to guard, and was only doing his
best to keep his babies safe, but nothing could have stopped me.
Finally,
I walked into Elvsmyr. I had stuffed a backpack with kielbasa and onions
simmered in a tangy sauce—just to be certain I had food to eat. One never
can tell what might be boiling in the cauldrons of the trolls. I handed the
pack to a trollkin and told her to take to the cooks. They just needed to heat
it up and it would be ready to share. She scampered away with the pack balanced
precariously on her head. Oton, with Leaf at his side, greeted me with open
arms. I suddenly lost my nerve, started to worry I would be on the menu, but
one smile from Leaf and that dissipated into the night.
“Rebecca, we’ve been waiting for you. I
told the others the celebration couldn’t start until you arrived.” Leaf’s long
brown hair whipped in the wind.
“But why? I’m just a visitor here; don’t
let me stand in the way of tradition.”
“I think you are much more than that and
you will too before this night has passed,” she said. “Oton, don’t you have
something for Rebecca?”
He dipped his chin to his chest and smiled
in that twisty mouthed way of his. “I’ve been working on this for a long time.
It’s very special to me, and well, now it’s time to share it with you, my human
friend.” He reached behind the erratic boulder and pulled out a large piece of
cloth, carefully folded and topped with a blooming apple twig. “I’ve had this
cloth for a very long time. It’s helped us in ways you can’t imagine. It has
become part of Elvsmyr. We all wear a hunk of it every night, but I wanted you
to be covered with wind cloth. It will be my honor if you would wear it when
you visit.”
I didn’t know what to say. He handed it to
me and I gently unfolded a beautiful hooded cloak of dingy white cloth. It was
rough to the touch and felt like canvas, but I couldn’t imagine where he would
have gotten such a large piece. I looked around and saw that everyone did
indeed wear something from the same bolt of fabric. A scarf here and sash
there. Oton’s tunic appeared to be made from it and Leaf wore skirts of heavy
white canvas, they were covered in a wild design of swirls and zigzagging
lines. I unfolded and cloak and the breath left my lungs. It was embellished
with bits of bark and colorful pebbles. Oton must have worked many nights just to
drill tiny holes into the colorful details now sewn to the cloak. I swung it
around my shoulders and it was a perfect fit. With tears in my eyes, I said, “thank
you.”
“I had help, but the cloth was mine. You’re
welcome. Now, let’s dance.”
Suddenly the night was filled with sounds
of drums, and I followed him to the circle of trolls near the fire. As I moved,
the bits of bark and stones, clacked together making me feel like I was part of
the drum section. Being tall, I was easily able to see to the center where Pod
and a few others were pounding madly on drums made from hollow logs. I was
immediately entranced as I felt my heartbeat fall into rhythm. All at once, a
tall troll with a whip of tail, bounced to the center, He was covered in woven
strands of grass and embellished with blossoms and leaves. He walked to the
center of circle then stopped just at the same instant as the drummers
finished. All was silent, only the sound of the wind and hoot of an owl could
be heard. The next thing I knew, the dancer jumped high in the air, spinning
like a top and came down on one toe, spinning like an ice dancer. Just before
the momentum died, he flung his arms wide, threw his head back, and howled.
The drummers started up again and more
dancers dared the same steps until nearly the entire village was leaping and
spinning in unison.
I felt a tug on my jeans and saw Leaf
smiling up at me. “Come, I want to speak with you away from the others.” I
followed her away from the fire and around a bend in the river. Eventually we
stopped and she began to speak. “Rebecca, remove your human shoes. You don’t
need them here. The earth longs to feel your touch.”
I had no idea what she was talking about,
but I was caught up in the wonder of the troll celebration. I did as she asked,
even though it was only a few degrees above freezing and the ground was muddy.
“Now, move you feet shoulder width apart
and crack your toes.”
I couldn’t crack my toes on demand, but I
wiggled them to honor her request.
“It will have to do. Now, plant your feet
firmly against the earth and tell me what you feel.”
I felt mud, oozing between my toes and
silly—really silly. But the surprising thing was I wasn’t cold. I expected the
mud to be frigid against my toes, but it felt warm and soothing. It was weird. “I
feel mud.”
“No, forget you are human. Leave that
behind. Close your eyes and let your mind release of all doubts.”
I inhaled deeply and did as she asked. I’ve
done some meditating over the years so I had an idea of what she wanted.”
“Tell me, what do you hear?”
I was afraid to say. Since I was a child, I’ve
heard a melody when I empty my mind. A melody without words, without beginning,
without end—it was here drowning out the wind and the clatter of my pebbled
covered cloak.
“You hear her, your smile betrays your
human ignorance.”
“I don’t know what you mean. What am I
supposed to be hearing?”
“You already know …”
I've been awake ever since. It's hard to explain what I'm feeling right now, but something special happened last night. I've been accepted by them. They trust me, respect me, and maybe even love me ... just a little. All I know for sure is that some of my best friends are trolls, smelly, mole-covered, snot-gushing trolls.