Snørgl The Forest Goblin. Betty Kamer

appeared in front of the tree and stood up in front of us with his legs wide apart and his arms crossed:

      "Helloooo! Do you need a special invitation or what? We've been sitting in the hollow around the campfire for quite a while now, just waiting for you two noses so we can finally start the meeting. This is sooooo typical again!" he grumbled, turning and stomping off still ranting:

       "Those wretches. Always the last ones. Always needing a soooo special invitation."

      One of his habits is to draw out the 'O' when he's excited. That's how we can always tell he's really annoyed, which is why we didn't think twice and ran after him.

      At this point, we all had no idea what was in store for us. Maybe that was just as well, because I would have had a really loud heart palpitation from excitement.

      And so we ran after Djarfur, because it would never have occurred to us not to follow this invitation immediately.

      The dusk had already fallen and so we were allowed to experience an extraordinary moment, which pleases not only me again and again:

      Because when we arrived on a slight hill we saw how the last fireflies were on their way to the meeting place. This incredibly beautiful and romantic sight fascinates me every time. Again today, so much so that I reached for Galdur's hand. With a 'Tell me, are you having a wichtelt?' he snatched his hand from me, but I could see in his face that he felt the same way as I did.

      Countless shimmering dots floated over the ferns and grasses, and in the distance one could see the last rays of the setting sun breaking through the branches. And there, where the light of the sun no longer reached, the fireflies could be seen, on their way to gather. I felt a deep sense of happiness inside me and looked forward to spending the evening together with my friends.

      "How nice that we are finally complete," we heard the deep voice of Vegard the head wight even before we had arrived at the campfire. You wouldn't think it possible that this powerful voice is really from him. Because: Vegard is a, uh, well, not very big wight. Well, more like a little runt. Oh, I think Vegard is one of the smallest wretches in our community. Especially for him, Gosi built a platform out of a very thick tree trunk, with a staircase to go with it, on which Vegard could always stand to speak to us. Because even when we were all sitting on the ground around him, he could hardly be seen.

      You don't have to shake your head. Really, I'm not exaggerating!

      And when we big wretches stand around him, you don't see him at all! (chuckle)

      "Today it is my special pleasure, my dear Goblin, to speak to you. Lýsa has already let me know in the early morning hours that the day you have been looking forward to for so long has come. But she shall tell you all about it herself. Lýsa, my dear, please come to me on the pedestal!" he spoke and held out his hand to Lýsa.

      Yes (sigh), Lýsa. The most beautiful of all elves. I, too, am usually speechless and behave quite strangely when she addresses me. Styggur feels the same way when he sees Sóla.

      My Lýsa ... I am already very much in love with her. She is so gentle with the fireflies and the butterflies, she is so gentle with all animals, no matter if they are big or small. Everyone is drawn to her. She is so kind and always has a kind word - for each of us. Her delicate wings shimmer like gold, her soft curly hair seems to flow over her shoulders. And she has incredibly beautiful green - almost turquoise eyes that always seem to be smiling. If I had to describe her nature, I would say that she is always in a good mood and always friendly to everyone. When she walks she seems to dance, when she talks she seems to sing. And when she flies, it is more like floating and if you look after her, you think you can perceive a delicate cloud of gold dust around her.