As they drew closer Hailey began to see that the mass of plants really was a house, just a very camouflaged one, and that there were several more of the dwelling places around them. Its a village, she whispered.
A gust of wind rustled the trees and caused a shiver run up her arms, and with her spare hand she tightened her robe around her neck, feeling once more like a complete idiot at her whacked-out array of clothinggray cotton pants, now hopelessly wrinkled, torn, and tattered with dirt, and her knee-length mauve-colored bathrobe.
Intridoinn seemed to shake at the wind, and she glanced at him with concern. His jaw was set firmly and he appeared to be sweating slightly on his forehead. Her eyes caught on his ear, and the epiphany that it brought made her gasp. Areare you an elf? The little knobs that she had noticed earlier werent strange growths, but the tips of his ears, the rest of them mostly covered by his thick hair.
Intridoinn looked down at herhe was about a foot taller than herand smiled faintly. Aye, that I am, Hailey-Beekman. I am honored to be one of the Farandir, the keepers of these Woods. Do you have Elves in Chicago-illinoy?
Haileys mouth stretched faintly with amusement. Oh, no. Not at all. There are just humans and regular animals thereno griffins or dragons, thank goodness. There arent any Elves, either, except in fairytales. But theyre not real, just imaginary.
Intridoinn looked amused at that. No Elves at all? Hmm. Tis a strange country you live in.
Hailey looked away, feeling moisture sting her eyes. I could say the same about this place, Intridoinn. But despite the differences, they do have some similarities. Like death...whether by monster birds and animals, or horrible accidents that rip apart families.
Intridoinn didnt respond, but led her inside a strange, moss-covered door into his house, and told her to make herself at home while he takes care of his flock. As soon as he disappeared out of the door, she looked around the small but cozy room, curious despite herself.
The furniture was all wood, but instead of being cut up and nailed together like at home, the wood was still growing, as though it had been planted to grow that way. Almost everything else was made of leaves or moss or some other type of plantthe cushions, the curtains, the dishesand while nothing was particularly grand or elegant, Hailey thought it was all very quaint, out of a fairytale, and momentarily she forgot her fear and uncertainty.
Dragons and griffins and ElvesI wouldnt be surprised if this forest was enchanted, too, and the trees could talk, she said in a soft voice, then let out a small but sincere laugh. If Im near water, maybe Ill see a Mermaid. Maybe therell be a handsome Prince Charming that will sweep me off my feet and magically return me home.
The reminder of homewhether offhanded or notabruptly dampened her spirits, and she quickly limped over to the couch and sat down, surprised at its comfortableness. The horizontal tree trunk was shaped like an L, so it had a connected seat and backrest, and overlaid on the actual bark were two long, moss-covered cushions that were stuffed with what felt like leaves. But even so, it was squishy and not the least bit crunchy, like how the fallen leaves at home got as they dried out and died. She carefully felt the cushion under her, and, again, was surprised, for it wasnt moss that covered itat least not earthly moss. This moss was as soft as velvet, and springy like the finest carpet.
She looked around the room again, taking a more careful note of everything. The couch was situated next to an end table and a recliner; a window was directly across from it, and only a bit of the outside light peeked through the leaf-woven curtains. Next to the window, in the corner near the front door, was a small bookshelf. A spiral staircase, also completely natural, was in the far left corner, next to a closed door. A small round table stood in the middle of the room, with two chairs next to it, all growing up from the ground. I wonder how they build houses, and furnish them, Hailey thought with puzzlement. Do they have seeds, or something, that plant table trees or couch trees and stuff? If so, lets hope you never want to redecorate or rearrange the furniture.
Knock. Hailey started at the thump on the door. Was that Intridoinn? Why was he knocking?
Halloo! came a cheery female voice. Intridoinn, are you home yet? Its mid-third quarter and youre always home by now. Come and let us in.
Haileys heart slowed its beat a little when she realized it was probably just neighbors. But still
should I answer them?
To her relief, she then heard Intridoinns voice say from a bit further away, Alinavil, Carriana, what brings you to my door this evening? Shouldnt you be home caring for your wee ones?
Two feminine laughs sounded. Oh, really, Intridoinn, the first voice said, are you trying to play a trick on us? I could have sworn I saw someone inside your house, and here you are, fresh from your pasture.
You must be seeing things, then, Intridoinn replied, stepping closer to the door. Now what did you want to speak to me for?
A second voice spoke then, lower and breathier than the first, We were wondering what you thought of still having the Eighth Moon Festival, in light ofher voice lowered to a mere whisperthe horrid business with the Temple.
Intridoinn didnt reply for a brief moment; then he said, in a tone that spoke of his ardor, Orion set our festivals in place; until he commands us to stop having them, then I believe we ought to obey him still, lest we arouse his displeasure further.
The first voice trilled, Oh, I feel the same way, Intridoinn. It is such a pity that all those Warriors were killed, especially my Adiron, but what is there to do about it now? Nothing can bring them back, so we might as well get back to doing things normally. Of course the Elder is set on retribution and all that, and he plans to say as much at the council meeting next moon. I think
Intridoinn coughed loudly, cutting her off. Oh, Im socoughsorrycough.
Oh dear, the second voice said. That is a wretched cough. You ought to go drink some gollifly tea. You havent been loitering in those wretched mountains again, have you? The Elder warned you about that. It just isnt right for an Elf to leave the Woods. Now, you go take care of that cough immediately; well come back to talk to you some other time. If youre not feeling better on the morrow, just tell me and Ill have Eustid watch your flock. Hes shaping out to be a fine Farmer.
Another couple coughs ensued, with Intridoinn managing Thank you, She-Elves, in between, then the door opened and he hurried inside. Hailey frowned at him, and asked, Are you all right? That was a nasty sounding cough.
Intridoinn smiled broadly at her. I am fine, and not a bit ill, mind you, Hailey-Beekman.
Haileys brow cleared after a second and she grinned. Oh, I see. Getting rid of the ladies, were you?
He put a finger to his lips, and tilted his head, as though listening to something. Shh. Hailey strained her ears, but couldnt hear anything. She looked at him expectantly. For a moment he remained where he was, completely still, then he relaxed and walked over to her. Well, that was close. I was afraid theyd hear you; Im not supposed to have a guest, and the Elder would most certainly hate my bringing a Human to my house.
Whats an Elder?
Intridoinn studied her clinically as he replied, Each village has a Low Elder, who governs the village. The Low Elders have the responsibility and honor of attending the Council of the Elders twice a year, in the second and eighth moons. He turned and went to the closed door across the room, through which he disappeared for a moment; then he returned with a tray that had several jars, some cloth, and a teapot on it. He set the tray on the table, murmured a few words, and then helped Hailey move to the recliner. Once she was seated she jumped in shock, for the table was walkingmoving on its own, despite its roots, closer to the recliner.
Intridoinn grinned at her reaction. Dont be alarmed, Hailey-Beekman. The trees know things, and they understand us. If you ask them kindly enough, they will do as you wish. He sighed sadly. Once upon a time there were Talking Trees, but they have disappeared, at least in the Farandir Woods. There are legends, though, about a great forest on the Continent where the Talking Trees have taken root in. It is a dream for all Elves to meet and speak with one. He shook his head slightly, and grabbed a jar filled with a pale yellow powder. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, the Councils. Deftly he mixed a small amount of the powder with some water in an empty jar. The Councils are overseen by the High Elders, of which there are five, one for each caste: Royalty, Warrior, Merchant, Farmer, and Servant. The King is the Chairman. Past High Elders are also present, but they are the only non-Elders that are allowed to witness and partake in the Council meetings.
He handed Hailey the jar of paste. Rub this on all your scrapes and cuts.
Hailey clutched her robe with her free hand again, staring at him, aghast. ButyoureI cant
Intridoinn inclined his head. If you would like, I can mend your ankle first, then you can go into the kitchen for privacy.
Could you? Hailey said with a rush of relief. The moss cushions were gentle on her backside scrapes, and her ankle was her worst injury. She couldnt imagine him being able to do much for it, especially if it was broken, but maybe he had some sort of painkiller on that tray that would ease it some.
Intridoinn turned back to his tray and picked a different jar up, this time one with a darker, almost black-colored substance in it. It was already a pasty substance, from which a strong bitter smell came as soon as the jar opened, and he wiped some of it onto the cloth he had. He then picked up her bare foot and wrapped it quickly in the pasted cloth. Thorgroot, he said simply. Breathe it in; it will work better then.
Although inhaling the pungent scent was the last thing she wanted to do, Hailey obeyed, taking a deep breath, her eyes watering at its potency. So, what were those two women talking about, with the festival and warriors and temple and all that? she asked, not completely interested, but needing a distraction. Anything to keep my mind off of that horrible smellits worse than inhaling ginger ale fizz.
Intridoinn grew grave as he poured some steaming water into another jar. Hailey vaguely wondered how he had gotten the water so hot in the less than a minute that hed been in the kitchen. One moon ago, the Woods was attacked, he answered, dumping a spoonful of another powder into the water. It happened quite a ways from here, near the western shore, but its effect was no smaller here or there or anywhere else in the Woods.