About the Dark Elf
Sandy Gruelgrimm
The story around Gruelgrimm is almost legendary, here, at Gaia. Many ages ago Sandy Gruelgrimm had a passion for creating fine items out of leather: jackets, tobacco pouches, wrist bands, belts, sacks, and shoes.
He followed the family tradition of being an excellent leather craftsman, as proprietor of the Gruelgrimm Cobbler Shoppe at the Gaia Marketplace. He was only 5 (earth years) when won the notable Golden Shoes Award, for creating a special set of flame retardant shoes for a pet dragon named Tyfflrplz, owned by the Mayor of the Trolls.
They say his life changed the day he went exploring around the cliffs of Gaia, in his youth, and found a petite faery staring at her reflection in the magikk'd pools. This fae was under the spell of some grotesque creatures which alleged to be wizards, and so with much bravedo, the young Sandy Gruelgrimm escaped the caves with the fae in tow, and brought her to live with him in his humble cottage-workshop on the edge of the Wildwood.
She studied with Gruelgrimm "the ways to work the leathers" for many years: it been said that the cobbler "borrowed into the faery time so the seconds and minutes turned upon themselves" . . . and slowly she was broken of the spell of the Black Wizards, but Temptation would still remain.
She took Gruelgrimm with her to the land of Faery Dreamtime, and showed him the excitement of making tributes to the Elements and to the GreenMan, himself. This was how it was, until the day when Gruelgrimm granted the fae her freedom, and then Gruelgrimm lived alone in his cottage-workshop for many years.
They say he adopted an orphan named "Barph" who helped tend the gardens and do some cobbling work for Gruelgrimm, until the lad was old enough to go to school, and then decided to live with the Trolls because the love of magical adventures had, indeed, entered his heart as much as it did for Sandy Gruelgrimm the Cobbler.* * * * *
| And so, the years pass |
How long has it been, now, that I have remembered the stories of my old cobbler days in my human form? 200, or 300 or perhaps 500 years? And my dear adopted son, Barph, lived a full life --married, raised a fine family -- and was buried by my own hand.
For many years, now, I have lived in a secret place, on Gaia, hidden away from the eyes of others, having the power of the Dark Elves shining within me.
There was once upon a time when piles of gold would keep Gruelgrimm the Man-Cobbler happy; aye -- those days seem long ago past. I am now a Dark Elf Chief, and my people call me Little Wondonaz, which is a great honor to be called a wise man, in tribute to Odin.If there be a question ye wish to ask me, ask
If there be a purpose of which to set me to, direct me to the task
I am a Dark Elf Chief, secretly closeted in a tiny glen
With my little band of elves we work magic, carefully; silently
So that a new age of elven glory can rise on Gaia, yet once again. For many years our elven clan have been secretly harvesting Fae Flower Dew from the lily-like Casimir flowers -- their magical properties are very potent to wee faeries and elves, alike. I have sworn to keep their location a secret, so that demons and darkly evil Gaians wanting to misuse the dew cannot get their hands on this mystical tree, in any way. I named this beverage after the wee faery I saved so many eons ago -- Batty, dear, this latest batch of Fae Flower Dew is in your memory. This is an old image of the BatChic Fae, as I remembered her when she lived with me in my cobbler's cottage so very long ago. I created clothing for her out of leather, decorated with fringes, and dressed her in elf boots. Shortly after this photograph was taken, she left my company to go on her own, exploring the wild forests of Gaia, as only a nature faery could.
Today, it has been said, that the BatChic Fae has been assimilated into the Zurg culture, enjoying their Hive way of life.
BatChic Today
Yes, even a Dark Elf Chief likes vegetables:
How Many People Like Rutabagas When I want a good night's sleep,
my Rutabaga pillows send me off to dreamland.
This amazing image comes from the
Advanced Rutabaga Studies Institute.
And yes, PRINCE CHARLES likes rutabagas!
Indeed!Many thanks to these special people for their generous donations:
Cindy, Eoster, tv mom, bean si, tullian zombie, himawari kage, jesper farekylling, red on the head, lord baphomet, Loves2read, Madbrad, tikimother, my anonymous benefactor, and amazing giftie faery
Our wrinkles indicate where smiles have been.
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