"Forgotten by human hands, yet cradled by the earth's gentle embrace, beauty reawakens"
-Earthy Mama
I knew something was wrong
the day I tried to pick up a
small piece of sunlight
and it slithered through my fingers,
not wanting to take shape.
Everything else stayed the same—
the chairs and the carpet
and all the corners
where the waiting continued.
-Dorothea Grossman
The Binding of Fenrir by Mabel Dorothy Hardy
Surt comes from the south with a bright light in his hand. Yes, the Sun shines upon the sword in his grasp. The mountains collapse, the trolls fall, men walk the roads to Hel, and the skies divide above.
John Brosio (American, 1967) - Evening Dancer (2003)
Troll woman (a skogsrå, traditionally described as with either a tail like a fox, a back covered in bark, or a back that was hollow like a trough.) or huldra (tail, and usually hooves) putting the moves on a woodchopper.
Morning Mists
(c) gif by riverwindphotography
emerald moth
JOHN BAUER /
"Look at them," troll mother said. "Look at my sons! You won't find more beautiful trolls on this side of the moon." 1915
"to dwell in a forest of fir trees" read my dark fantasy viking age novel thralls of skuld on tumblr // wattpad
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