The Story Teller
Willow's Wilderness
Ickle Toadstool
What's this????
Oh my Gawd, its an elf, a lot of Elves!
I need to write to her at once!
I have a million questions....
My gawd, what can I ask without scaring her off....?
Dohh!!!
Arghhhh!
Think....
I got this...
Hello River.
My names Willow.
River... I need to know, have you heard of an elf called Ickle Toadstood. Sounds like a silly name I know, but he is not a stupid elf. In fact, he's... well I need to find him. He has a lot to do with my past, and not in a good way!
Ask your Kin, he needs to be found very quickly.
BTW I'm glad i found you. It's nice to have other elves about.
This message goes out to ALL elves here. Molly, Storm, I need you!
From River:
Toadstool isn't an Elvish name.
Sounds like a Brownie. They're as mischievous as Pixies but not as pretty. They do like to call themselves Elves though... Think of Dobby the house Elf. He's a Brownie. We all watched that and thought, yes, JK's got brownies perfect there.
If he's frightening you just hang mistletoe over the doorway's and then he can't come in unless you invite him in.
If he's really frightening you we've got Pixies. You has to pay them but if you want someone disappeared or to stop singing then they get the job done.... If you know what I mean
What's this????
Oh my Gawd, its an elf, a lot of Elves!
I need to write to her at once!
I have a million questions....
My gawd, what can I ask without scaring her off....?
Dohh!!!
Arghhhh!
Think....
I got this...
Hello River.
My names Willow.
River... I need to know, have you heard of an elf called Ickle Toadstood. Sounds like a silly name I know, but he is not a stupid elf. In fact, he's... well I need to find him. He has a lot to do with my past, and not in a good way!
Ask your Kin, he needs to be found very quickly.
BTW I'm glad i found you. It's nice to have other elves about.
This message goes out to ALL elves here. Molly, Storm, I need you!
From River:
Toadstool isn't an Elvish name.
Sounds like a Brownie. They're as mischievous as Pixies but not as pretty. They do like to call themselves Elves though... Think of Dobby the house Elf. He's a Brownie. We all watched that and thought, yes, JK's got brownies perfect there.
If he's frightening you just hang mistletoe over the doorway's and then he can't come in unless you invite him in.
If he's really frightening you we've got Pixies. You has to pay them but if you want someone disappeared or to stop singing then they get the job done.... If you know what I mean
Willow
Willow said:
Ickle Toadstood.Molly, Storm, I need you!
Sounds like a Brownie. They're as mischievous as Pixies but not as pretty. They do like to call themselves Elves though... Think of Dobby the house Elf. He's a Brownie. We all watched that and thought, yes, JK's got brownies perfect there.
If he's frightening you just hang mistletoe over the doorway's and then he can't come in unless you invite him in.
If he's really frightening you we've got Pixies. You has to pay them but if you want someone disappeared or to stop singing then they get the job done.... If you know what I mean
A brownie. I never considered Toadstool to be anything but another elf. A Browie? Could they do what an elf can, are they immortal too?
I better make notes. This girl seems a little strange, but she seems to know what she's talking about! I could just keep feeding her chocolate.
Pixies. I didn't even know all these races even existed. Some elf I am!
Could these pixies help me find Toadstool? I wonder what kind of price they need?
She thinks I'm frightened of Toadstool? I never considered been frightened of him?
Maybe I should be.
If he has magic like Dobby, then perhaps I need a wand to boost my magic?
River. Can you ask the Pixies to locate Ickle Toadstool? Ask them their price, I don't have much but I do have "light" magic, I could maybe conjure something? If I can get it to work!
I also need a Wand. Where can I find such a thing?
Many thanks
Could these pixies help me find Toadstool? I wonder what kind of price they need?
River. Can you ask the Pixies to locate Ickle Toadstool? Ask them their price, I don't have much but I do have "light" magic, I could maybe conjure something? If I can get it to work!
I also need a Wand. Where can I find such a thing?
Many thanks
Willow
Mom, Mom… I think Willows been talking to Holly…. Is this right Mom…
Come here hun, whose telling you such stories before your bedtime….
Let me see…
No, no, no…. That’s just a story told to peasant girls to make them fear the night, or younglings over campfires on the Samhein.
As with many fables there is enough truth, and bending of facts in it to make it cedible but so many bits missing from it.
Toadstool does, or maybe did, exist. But he was powerful only in his own mind. And you were right honey, he is a brownie. And like so many of their kind his tongue drips wih lies.
Like many stories, those of his deeds have grown with each telling and indeed one tale of him became so popular that my first human, Jacob Grimm, River's father, included it in his works as the tale of Rumplestiltskin.
But Toadstool has no sway over Elves. He can frighten humans and young Elflings but any Elf could swat him as easily as a fly.
I think that we need to make Willow realise that she is family River and has nothing to fear from such tales.
Willow… Sit down hun. Lets talk…. I don’t know where you have been this many a year to lose your people but you are home now.
This idea that the Elves are a lost race is incorrect as we know exactly where we are.
You are Fae and as such if you want you can walk between the realms. Our lands share the same plane as the human realm but it’s a minute removed. Sometimes I know that from the corner of their eye humans might think that they saw movement but when they turn though they will never see us as their minds cannot see what is right before their eyes if they do not believe that it is there… Well, except for a few special one’s like Jacob, Wilhelm, Mr Shamus and a few others who didn’t lose the ability to see when they hit pubity.
We do not know how you became lost little Willow but you are found now and you have nothing to fear in such stories seemingly intended to keep you frightened and thinking that you are alone.
Toadstool, Or Rumplestiltskin, Or little Tom, or Ramelnik, or Belshnikle, or whatever name he wants to call himself today may still be around but you have nothing to fear from him. He’s a Brownie.
The sky is blue, grass is green, Brownies lie… These are facts as old as time itself.
As for where Elves fit…
Well… Sit back down again.
We are all Fae, that is we have Magic.
Think of the elves as being at the top of the tree.
Pixies when fully grown are shorter than us and their Ears go outwards not upwards. They have magic but more practical magic than creative spells.
Below Pixies are Brownies and lepracauns. They both have the mischief of Pixies but differ in many ways. Brownies are deformed little creatures that surround themselves with a web of lies. Their magic is upon the ears in making their words believable. Often they will reinforce their stories by wispering them in your ear whilst you sleep.
Lepracauns on the other hand do not lie but they speak in riddles and the steal so beware of them.
There re lots of other races but really the above are the only one’s that you should be concerned with for now.
If you have got problems with a Brownie whspering in your ear at night. As River says. At the earliest opportunity acquire a sprig of Mistletoe. You can hang it over doorways or keep it about your person. So long as you have it non may approach you that you do not wish to approach you.
Oh dear, got to go… The Pixies found some cans of spray paint! How are we supposed to stay out of short ears cross hairs if they go announcing our presence... Tut, need to go sort that out.
Night night Willow, and River, off to bed with you as well young lady. At this rate you won’t be up for second breakfast let alone your first.
Sleep tight all.
Newt.
Come here hun, whose telling you such stories before your bedtime….
Let me see…
No, no, no…. That’s just a story told to peasant girls to make them fear the night, or younglings over campfires on the Samhein.
As with many fables there is enough truth, and bending of facts in it to make it cedible but so many bits missing from it.
Toadstool does, or maybe did, exist. But he was powerful only in his own mind. And you were right honey, he is a brownie. And like so many of their kind his tongue drips wih lies.
Like many stories, those of his deeds have grown with each telling and indeed one tale of him became so popular that my first human, Jacob Grimm, River's father, included it in his works as the tale of Rumplestiltskin.
But Toadstool has no sway over Elves. He can frighten humans and young Elflings but any Elf could swat him as easily as a fly.
I think that we need to make Willow realise that she is family River and has nothing to fear from such tales.
Willow… Sit down hun. Lets talk…. I don’t know where you have been this many a year to lose your people but you are home now.
This idea that the Elves are a lost race is incorrect as we know exactly where we are.
You are Fae and as such if you want you can walk between the realms. Our lands share the same plane as the human realm but it’s a minute removed. Sometimes I know that from the corner of their eye humans might think that they saw movement but when they turn though they will never see us as their minds cannot see what is right before their eyes if they do not believe that it is there… Well, except for a few special one’s like Jacob, Wilhelm, Mr Shamus and a few others who didn’t lose the ability to see when they hit pubity.
We do not know how you became lost little Willow but you are found now and you have nothing to fear in such stories seemingly intended to keep you frightened and thinking that you are alone.
Toadstool, Or Rumplestiltskin, Or little Tom, or Ramelnik, or Belshnikle, or whatever name he wants to call himself today may still be around but you have nothing to fear from him. He’s a Brownie.
The sky is blue, grass is green, Brownies lie… These are facts as old as time itself.
As for where Elves fit…
Well… Sit back down again.
We are all Fae, that is we have Magic.
Think of the elves as being at the top of the tree.
Pixies when fully grown are shorter than us and their Ears go outwards not upwards. They have magic but more practical magic than creative spells.
Below Pixies are Brownies and lepracauns. They both have the mischief of Pixies but differ in many ways. Brownies are deformed little creatures that surround themselves with a web of lies. Their magic is upon the ears in making their words believable. Often they will reinforce their stories by wispering them in your ear whilst you sleep.
Lepracauns on the other hand do not lie but they speak in riddles and the steal so beware of them.
There re lots of other races but really the above are the only one’s that you should be concerned with for now.
If you have got problems with a Brownie whspering in your ear at night. As River says. At the earliest opportunity acquire a sprig of Mistletoe. You can hang it over doorways or keep it about your person. So long as you have it non may approach you that you do not wish to approach you.
Oh dear, got to go… The Pixies found some cans of spray paint! How are we supposed to stay out of short ears cross hairs if they go announcing our presence... Tut, need to go sort that out.
Sleep tight all.
Newt.
So I received some great news after weeks of nothing...
"Willow, I found a lead, someone who knows where Ickle Toadstool is right now!!"
My comrades fake metallic voice rang in my ears with crystal clarity! I was hyped.... I knew that if I was patient for long enough, things would just fall into my lap!
"You need to meet him at one minute to midnight tonight. Here is the location...."
So I spent the next few hours pacing, and eating, and watching the birds until the sun went down. Then I tried to relax with soothing music, all the time hoping this was at last the lead I was waiting for.
Then the time to teleport to the location was here. One minute to midnight!
I materialised is a strange place. Surreal and still. The buildings had a abstract look to them, so unlike the modern brick and mortar of the human world, this was definitely not a human street...
I heard a "Click" behind me....
It sounded like an almighty clash of thunder.
I saw the flash, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I was quite numb...
The hard stony road curled up behind me and slammed into my back so hard, I lost my breath...
...and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get another breath.
I saw a lone figure in the distance, is some desert landscape, sitting on a rock and swinging her legs like a child. She was humming a familiar tune... her red hair glistening in the sunlight. It was Kimberley. Strange that she was there, I thought
Then with the numbness sinking deep within me, the lack of air, the soothing humming, everything slowly became dark, then total blackness....
"Willow, I found a lead, someone who knows where Ickle Toadstool is right now!!"
My comrades fake metallic voice rang in my ears with crystal clarity! I was hyped.... I knew that if I was patient for long enough, things would just fall into my lap!
So I spent the next few hours pacing, and eating, and watching the birds until the sun went down. Then I tried to relax with soothing music, all the time hoping this was at last the lead I was waiting for.
Then the time to teleport to the location was here. One minute to midnight!
I heard a "Click" behind me....
I saw the flash, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I was quite numb...
I saw a lone figure in the distance, is some desert landscape, sitting on a rock and swinging her legs like a child. She was humming a familiar tune... her red hair glistening in the sunlight. It was Kimberley. Strange that she was there, I thought
Willow
