Before we begin on this week’s historical wanderings, the historian would like to clear something up. It has been reported that Bronson is an Elf or Elfin man. The historian is embarrassed and ashamed to admit that they are incorrect in this regard. Remember that series of movies – the Lord of the Rings trilogy? Well, those were actual elves in the movie. As in – actual elves from ancient and past time who saw this as an opportunity that simply was not to be missed. They tried out as humans and using their powerful and ancient magic were able to hide their own elfin ears and other things that would cause the wardrobe and makeup folks to see something was amiss. One can see how truly beautiful and gloriously handsome those elves were. Ahhh… their hair. Their ability to draw an arrow and fire it before we humans can even comprehend what has taken place. They are so truly delish! But I’m losing my train of thought here.
My point is elves are beautiful creatures and my own obsession with them caused me to incorrectly recount actual history here. I apologize. Because what farm girl or Princess Becoming would have any issue with marrying one of THOSE men?! You see! This is not making sense and the Princess, well, she rem, “asked” me to correct it now. So here I am. Bronson was no glorious elf. Sorry. He was actually a rather ick little gnome. And no, not one of the cutesy wutesy Travelocity gnomes that you see on TV today. Nor one of the colorful and perpetually grinning garden gnomes that can be found dotting the yards of millions of home across the US.
No, gnomes were, and are (still! yes, there are gnomes around. You just don’t see them. Thankfully.), yucky little creatures. They stand about 2 feet tall and as they aren’t actually human, they don’t know of such things as bathing or washing clothes. Just that alone is enough to scare off most folks. But then there is their actual appearance. Sharp teeth, tangled hair, warty and gnarled hands. So you can see where the actual thought of marrying a gnome was scary at the least and horrifying if much thought was given to it.
With that made clear, back to the History.
When Kelley went to sleep that night, she kept going back to Bronson. For being a gnome, he wasn’t actually too bad. In fact, he seemed cleaner and less scary than the first time she’d seen him. How very interesting. Kelley drifted off to sleep where he dreams were filled with a dark haired, tall, handsome man. With Bronson’s voice. So odd! But as this was a dream, Kelley saw nothing odd in this and woke up the next morning with a song in her head and a smile on her lips.
Grismelda woke up headache free and feeling generous. She hurried into the kitchen where she whipped up fluffy sourdough pancakes and thick slabs of smoked turkey. This was unlike her normal character and Samuel (Kelley’s father, Grismelda’s husband) was surprised and wondered if she had discovered his secret stash of woodland brew. Kelley simply smiled – if she could wish harm upon others, it had occurred to her the night before that she could also wish good. This morning was a small test. Just a little wish of happiness and joy upon Grismelda. Experiment = success!
Kelley realized that the power to make others happy was far more powerful than wishing them unhappiness and harm and yet – she also realized that too much fiddling with a person’s well-being and true character could be a bad thing. So she sat happily beside Samuel and enjoyed this brief moment of blissful servitude exhibited by Grismelda. It surely couldn’t last.