To hear May tell, it’s all soft shine and fairy lights out there. She talks about the sweet birds singing and sighing of the brook that runs outside the elf lord’s door. Maybe out the front door. I don’t see it. Course I only come in and go out through the stable yard by the kitchen door and all I see is this mist. It is a fair soft mist I got to give them that. There’s a nice soft light through it but it’s mist all the same and all the edges are blurred and I can’t see any distance. Makes me wonder if there is a distance to see. It’s different being here in the kitchen with the others, the faded ones and the lesser ones. They don’t know what to make of me. Mistress Lalliq is fair set to trying to figure out what to do with me. It’s her kitchen. She’s one of the higher elves, not a HIGH elf mind you, not a lord like the Elf Lord himself, but high enough that she has rank and status and and can use the services of us mortals to serve the Elf Lord who is her lord. Back home she’d be like the lady of a castle where her liege had decided to permanently make his home. She’s the one who has to see to making sure every thing runs smoothly but not look like she’s doing it while she’s doing it. She’s begun to figure out that I’ve got a brain and that I’m not faded and that I’m not glamouried. I think normally she’d be worried about my not being glamouried, but because I’m not, I can think for myself. I don’t need to be told what to do, how to do it and when to do it. She also knows I’m stuck here, trapped because of that lackwit May and that I’m bored, bored, bored. I see her looking at me and thinking that I may be able to get her out of the kitchen. She’s learned I can cook a fair piece, at least mortal food, I’ve been cooking the sustaining food for the mortals, and that I can read. And I just learned that there is a huge library on the other side of the manse. I haven’t figured out how to get out of here yet, but there may be books there that can tell me. So now we negotiate. Ha! I remember a troop of bards once, came through town. They sang a song that went somewhat about not always getting what you want but maybe getting what you need.

In the Elf Lord’s Kitchen

January 18, 2010

It’s hard some days to remember how I got here.  Sometimes, I think I have always been here but I know differently.  I know, that if I try I can remember the Otherworld.  I think it is important to remember the Otherworld.  If I don’t, I’ll fade like the humans who have been here longer than their stated time, or even those who have taken to the pretty lights and the glamourie.  I’ve noticed that Mistress May has begun to get that shimmery look around her edges and she came here with me, or me with her.  I remember now, at least a bit, she is the reason I’m here, she’s who they wanted but she wouldn’t let go of me.  Well, she did me no favors.  “I can’t go by myself Jeannie” she says.  “Well then” says I, “that’s a good reason not to go at all.”  But that Elf Lord wouldn’t take no for an answer and took me as well.  So here I am in Faery and what am I doing?  Cooking for the Elf Lord and his Mistress.  This is not what I had intended for my life.  “It’s only for seven years and a day” says May but I’ve listened to the stories the old ones tell;  whose seven years and whose day?