And long before the stars had paled from any touch of the dawn he came
to the barrier that divides our fields from the home of such things as
him, and leaping forward out of the earthly night, and high through the
barrier of twilight, he arrived on all fours on his natal soil in the
ageless day of Elfland. Through the gorgeous beauty of that heavy air
that outshines our lakes at sunrise, and leaves all our colours pale, he
scampered full of the news he had with which to astonish his kith. He
came to the moors of the trolls where they dwell in their queer
habitations, and uttered the squeaks as he went whereby the trolls
summon their folk; and he came to the forest in which the trolls have
made dwellings in boles of enormous trees; for there be trolls of the
forest and trolls of the moor, two tribes that are friendly and kin; and
there he uttered again the squeaks of the trolls' summons. And soon
there was a rustling of flowers throughout the deeps of the forest, as
though all four winds were blowing, and the rustling grew and grew, and
the trolls appeared, and sat down one by one near Lurulu. And still the
rustling grew, troubling the whole wood, and the brown trolls poured on
and sat down round Lurulu. From many a tree-bole, and hollows thick with
fern, they came tumbling in; and from the high thin gomaks afar on the
moors, to name as are named in Elfland those queer habitations for
which there is no earthly name, the odd grey cloth-like material draped
tent-wise about a pole. They gathered about him in the dim but
glittering light that floated amongst the fronds of those magical trees,
whose soaring trunks out-distanced our eldest pines, and shone on the
spikes of cacti of which our world little dreams. And when the brown
mass of the trolls was all gathered there, till the floor of the forest
looked as though an Autumn had come to Elfland, strayed out of the
fields we know, and when all the rustling had ceased and the silence was
heavy again as it had been for ages, Lurulu spoke to them telling them
tales of time.
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