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The magic disappeared. The lead Troll's hand fell through the air where the magic was released and he lost his balance almost falling to the ground. He hesitated feeling the emptiness in front of him, then stepped into the opening, his group cautiously following behind him. “I hungry,” he bellowed. “How can we understand him,” Joulupukki quickly asked Bréagán. “Their magic likely makes it so. I don't think that they even realize that we are speaking a different language.” “I understand. Now I eat you.” The Troll stepped forward. “I don't think any of us would be very filling,” Joulupukki said to the Trolls. “I eat you, you most filling. And maybe two animal.” He turned to the female beside him. “You eat old one with long beard and one animal.” Joulupukki noticed the bleeding sores that the Troll continually rubbed and scratched. “Two animal she screamed! You get two animal, I get two animal!” The lead Troll slapped her on her chest, pushing her backward, “One animal,” he yelled! She cowed against his onslaught, “One, one animal.” Her voice low and filled with fear. Turning back to Joulupukki he said, “Where other? Come out, I smell you. The rest, fight over left over. Leave one animal for old one.” “Old one no more,” one of the Trolls at the edge of the cave spoke up. “Old one still good!” The leader screamed back at him, shaking the old Trolls leg that he had been gnawing on. When he realized what he was doing he looked at the leg, “I put back, if good. If no more,” he hesitated before continuing, “I eat old one.” He finished with an emphatic flourish and grimaced smile. “I hungry,” he repeated and moved forward. “Just a moment big guy,” Joulupukki began. “We have created a feast for you and your family. Please come in and enjoy yourself.” He pointed to the pile of food to the Troll's left, near the cave entrance. The Troll looked and then scoffed, “You fresh, I eat you,” he did not seem impressed by the food as he continued to scratch at the sores making them bleed even more. “I can heal your sores if you agree not to eat us.” The Troll looked down at the blood dripping from his hip. “This nothing, I hungry.” The troll moved a step closer. Joulupukki waved his hand and the large sore on his side disappeared. “That better,” the Troll looked at his side but continued to reach for Joulupukki. “Wait,” Bréagán stepped in. “Look at what I have.” He created a ball of colored light in front of the Troll. The large creature reached out his hand and touched the lights pulling his hand back quickly. “Feel funny,” he said. All of the Trolls seemed mesmerized by the light. Bréagán slowly moved the light out side of the cave entrance and replaced his magic wall before letting the light disappear. The Trolls were first confused then angry, their food having been so close. “I guess there is little use in trying to help them, thank you, Bréagán. I didn't want to hurt them. Lumi,” Joulupukki called. Both Lumi's and Jessica's faces appeared. “Would you check the rear entrance and see if the deer and sleigh can fly through it.” Turning back to Bréagán, “I think it best to be on our way and leave the cave to the Trolls.” “I agree,” said Bréagán. He watched Joulupukki turn back to the Trolls. “There should be no problem getting through the back opening,” Lumi informed them as he approached. Joulupukki looked out past the angry Trolls concentrating on the old one lying on the ground. He probed the Troll. He was still alive but had lost a large amount of blood. Using his magic he stopped the flow of blood than began the regrowth of the Troll's lower leg. Bréagán was impressed. He watched as the Half-ling went to each one and healed their skin and sores. When satisfied he simply said, “Let's go,” disappointment clearly etched on his face. They all mounted the sled, Lumi again taking the reins. Joulupukki and Jessica crawled through the door in the cabin as Bréagán released his magic and Lumi guided the deer through the cave and into the sky as the Trolls ran after them with no chance of catching their fleeing meal. “How can this room be so large when it is so small on the outside.” Jessica had seen so many things in the last few days, she felt they might push her imagination to the brink of madness; yet, she remained calm and offered solace to the men she traveled with. She saw in Joulupukki what seemed to be defeat. This confused her. He had accomplished what he had traveled to the mountains to do. Bréagán sat not three feet away from them. “What is the matter my love,” using a gentle tone, she inquired of him. He opened the door of the cabin and called out to Lumi. “We must return to Nordgrend before heading back to the Village. Please guide the deer in that direction.” Lumi assumed that Joulupukki would want to either pick up Raðulfr, though where they would put him was a big question. You can't have a joining without the brides family; or, he would be dropping Jessica off with her father to return later for their ceremony. Lumi felt the second option to be unlikely. “OK,” Lumi responded. “Jessica, you already know the answer to your first question, magic. As for the second, it is difficult when you have the best intent in your heart, trying to make someone's life better, and their single mindedness makes it impossible to understand or appreciate what you offer them. I did not expect thanks from the Trolls, but it would have been nice if they had at least acknowledged my offer. Now, I just feel foolish for trying to help a creature that had absolutely no interest in my help. I feel like I'm the selfish one.” Jessica grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath his head then wrapping her arms about him as she sat on the floor, she hummed a lullaby to him with her sweet voice, putting him to sleep.

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Landsbyen -Into the North- An Epic Poem 89

The magic disappeared. The lead Troll's hand fell through the air where the magic was released and he lost his balance almost falling to the ground. He hesitated feeling the emptiness in front of him, then stepped into the opening, his group cautiously following behind him. “I hungry,” he bellowed. “How can we understand him,” Joulupukki quickly asked Bréagán. “Their magic likely makes it so. I don't think that they even realize that we are speaking a different language.” “I understand. Now I eat you.” The Troll stepped forward. “I don't think any of us would be very filling,” Joulupukki said to the Trolls. “I eat you, you most filling. And maybe two animal.” He turned to the female beside him. “You eat old one with long beard and one animal.” Joulupukki noticed the bleeding sores that the Troll continually rubbed and scratched. “Two animal she screamed! You get two animal, I get two animal!” The lead Troll slapped her on her chest, pushing her backward, “One animal,” he yelled! She cowed against his onslaught, “One, one animal.” Her voice low and filled with fear. Turning back to Joulupukki he said, “Where other? Come out, I smell you. The rest, fight over left over. Leave one animal for old one.” “Old one no more,” one of the Trolls at the edge of the cave spoke up. “Old one still good!” The leader screamed back at him, shaking the old Trolls leg that he had been gnawing on. When he realized what he was doing he looked at the leg, “I put back, if good. If no more,” he hesitated before continuing, “I eat old one.” He finished with an emphatic flourish and grimaced smile. “I hungry,” he repeated and moved forward. “Just a moment big guy,” Joulupukki began. “We have created a feast for you and your family. Please come in and enjoy yourself.” He pointed to the pile of food to the Troll's left, near the cave entrance. The Troll looked and then scoffed, “You fresh, I eat you,” he did not seem impressed by the food as he continued to scratch at the sores making them bleed even more. “I can heal your sores if you agree not to eat us.” The Troll looked down at the blood dripping from his hip. “This nothing, I hungry.” The troll moved a step closer. Joulupukki waved his hand and the large sore on his side disappeared. “That better,” the Troll looked at his side but continued to reach for Joulupukki. “Wait,” Bréagán stepped in. “Look at what I have.” He created a ball of colored light in front of the Troll. The large creature reached out his hand and touched the lights pulling his hand back quickly. “Feel funny,” he said. All of the Trolls seemed mesmerized by the light. Bréagán slowly moved the light out side of the cave entrance and replaced his magic wall before letting the light disappear. The Trolls were first confused then angry, their food having been so close. “I guess there is little use in trying to help them, thank you, Bréagán. I didn't want to hurt them. Lumi,” Joulupukki called. Both Lumi's and Jessica's faces appeared. “Would you check the rear entrance and see if the deer and sleigh can fly through it.” Turning back to Bréagán, “I think it best to be on our way and leave the cave to the Trolls.” “I agree,” said Bréagán. He watched Joulupukki turn back to the Trolls. “There should be no problem getting through the back opening,” Lumi informed them as he approached. Joulupukki looked out past the angry Trolls concentrating on the old one lying on the ground. He probed the Troll. He was still alive but had lost a large amount of blood. Using his magic he stopped the flow of blood than began the regrowth of the Troll's lower leg. Bréagán was impressed. He watched as the Half-ling went to each one and healed their skin and sores. When satisfied he simply said, “Let's go,” disappointment clearly etched on his face. They all mounted the sled, Lumi again taking the reins. Joulupukki and Jessica crawled through the door in the cabin as Bréagán released his magic and Lumi guided the deer through the cave and into the sky as the Trolls ran after them with no chance of catching their fleeing meal. “How can this room be so large when it is so small on the outside.” Jessica had seen so many things in the last few days, she felt they might push her imagination to the brink of madness; yet, she remained calm and offered solace to the men she traveled with. She saw in Joulupukki what seemed to be defeat. This confused her. He had accomplished what he had traveled to the mountains to do. Bréagán sat not three feet away from them. “What is the matter my love,” using a gentle tone, she inquired of him. He opened the door of the cabin and called out to Lumi. “We must return to Nordgrend before heading back to the Village. Please guide the deer in that direction.” Lumi assumed that Joulupukki would want to either pick up Raðulfr, though where they would put him was a big question. You can't have a joining without the brides family; or, he would be dropping Jessica off with her father to return later for their ceremony. Lumi felt the second option to be unlikely. “OK,” Lumi responded. “Jessica, you already know the answer to your first question, magic. As for the second, it is difficult when you have the best intent in your heart, trying to make someone's life better, and their single mindedness makes it impossible to understand or appreciate what you offer them. I did not expect thanks from the Trolls, but it would have been nice if they had at least acknowledged my offer. Now, I just feel foolish for trying to help a creature that had absolutely no interest in my help. I feel like I'm the selfish one.” Jessica grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath his head then wrapping her arms about him as she sat on the floor, she hummed a lullaby to him with her sweet voice, putting him to sleep.