It was a long, long time ago, in an age when only trolls roamed the dark mountains and vast, shadowy forests. Every ravine was home to an old troll, and beneath the twisting roots of giant trees, they lived in hidden burrows and secret dens.
"Yes, they have seen him, far, far away—soon he will be here... and the whisper travels onward through the forest. The bushes rustle and murmur in confidence, the little white sedge flowers bow and bend toward each other… and the still, mirror-like water stirs and murmurs: he is coming, he is coming."