Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Princess Elena and the Trolls

This is my second original fairy tale. I came up with the idea just this evening and wrote it down quickly before I forgot it. It's shorter than my previous original story, but I'm hoping it came out just as well. 


Princess Elena and the Trolls
By Emma Redmer

Princess Elena was the bravest warrior in all the kingdom. She was fierce in battle, with a keen intellect and a courageous heart. She was also cunning, with an animal instinct and something many princesses, or people, did not possess – common sense. She could outfox many an evil nobleman or king. Though many men courted her, Elina suspected they only saw her titles, or her curvaceous figure, long velvet-brown curls and flashing eyes that changed from blue to gray at a moment's notice, depending on her mood. She wanted to be loved for herself, not for a title or her looks.

She was out hunting one day, riding through the kingdom neighboring hers. The young princess was dressed simply, in a hunter's green and brown outfit. Her horse, her favorite dappled gray Esmerelda, trotted through the dark, dense Enchanted Forest. She shivered. The forest held many secrets. She'd heard the prince of this kingdom had disappeared on a routine hunting expedition a few days before. His horse had returned without him. The entire kingdom was in an uproar, searching day and night for the missing man.

The further she went, the more she became determined to continue. “I'm not afraid,” she told herself. “I won't allow whatever magic these woods possess to intimidate me.”

Even as she said these words, she heard voices. Elena winced at the shrill noises, loud enough to crack the strongest glass. It sounded as if they were fighting. She turned her horse for a look.

Three of the ugliest trolls she'd ever seen were gathered around what, at first, appeared to be simply a tree. They were mixing some kind of black goop in a cauldron over a fire. A handsome man, tall and slender, with a fiery mane of red-brown hair that flowed past his shoulders and a smooth, strong-jawed chin, was bound hand and foot to a thick tree. One of the trolls stroked him, caressing his neck, shoulders, and chest. He'd once been dressed in the rich clothing of royalty, but they had been torn to rags by the trolls' claws. A second troll forced a goblet of purple liquid into his full, pink lips.

The third troll tauntingly waved a golden crown in front of his nose. “No more a prince are thee. When you wed one of us, we will turn the king and queen into frogs and take over the kingdom. You will become our slave.” The man opened his mouth, but no voice emerged. The troll cackled, a sound that sent a shiver up Elena's spine. “You can scream, shout, yell. It will do you no good. The potion we just gave you made your throat too stiff to speak. You will not be able to cry out for help.”

The second troll shuffled over to the cauldron. She leaned over it and took a deep sniff. “It's almost ready! This will turn you into a pretty puppy. We'll be able to control your mind, your very shape. You will be human when we want you to pleasure us.” The prince struggled harder, but the other two trolls tightened the ropes, until he could no longer move a muscle. The first troll yanked his mouth open. “Open wide, fair prince...”

Elena put her hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp. So this was the missing prince! She had to do something to help him. He certainly didn't deserve brides like these. The brave princess rode boldly out of the protection of the trees and into the clearing.

The three trolls were, at first, surprised to see a young woman in green and brown holding an arrow right at them. “Unhand that poor man! He's much too good for the likes of you!” The prince looked up, his green eyes now filled with hope.

The trolls only laughed, their deep guffaws echoing amid the trees. “You could never defeat us, silly human! You're just a little thing. What could you do?”

“I can do plenty. I'm stronger than you think.” She lowered her bow and arrow. “Would you like to see how strong I am?”

The largest troll, the one holding the prince's mouth open, snorted. “Why not? We could use a good laugh.”

“And after that,” the second troll added, “we'll turn you into a puppy, too! Or maybe a birdie!”

She pulled a stone from under the tree. “Do you see this rock? Why, I could crush this rock with my bare hands!” The prince raised his eyebrows, but the trolls continued to laugh. They laughed until she actually took the stone between her palms and broke it apart, as if it were sand. In truth, the stone was already weak and crumbling, but the trolls didn't need to know that.

“Look at what she did!” gasped one of the trolls. “She crushed that rock like it was glass!”

She leaned over the cauldron. “I could break this cauldron and tear it to shreds!”

The largest troll laughed again. “That's no rock. It's made of iron. You could never break it.”

“Perhaps I can't,” she admitted. “I'll just have to do this...” she pulled off her cape and wrapped it around the hot cauldron, lifting it into her hands, “instead!” She threw the black goop at the three trolls.

They screamed, writhing in the foul-smelling potion. Black smoke gathered around the trio. When it subsided, three rather ugly little puppies squirmed among the thick liquid.

Elena set about freeing the prince, cutting his ropes with her hunting knife. He nearly fell into her arms when she released him. “Thank you,” he gasped. “When you turned the trolls into puppies, you broke their spells, including the one on my voice.” He dropped shakily to one knee before her. “My name is Prince Herrold, the heir to this kingdom. You have saved me and my family from those evil trolls who ruled these woods. We are in your debt, huntress. If there's anything you need, anything at all, just ask.”

She dropped into a deep curtsey. “I am no huntress, but Princess Elena, of the neighboring kingdom. All I ask of you is your respect, and your friendship.” She gently took his hand and helped him to his feet. “I could take you to your home on my horse. Perhaps we could get to know one another better?”

Elena very much liked Herrold's kind smile. “Yes, Princess Elena. I think I'd like that a lot.” He took her hand. She gathered the puppies in her other hand, and the two walked off to her horse together.


Elena and Herrold did become great friends. It turned out Herrold was as fond of riding and as cunning and intelligent as she. The trolls had lured him into a trap, taking him off his horse and tying him fast to the tree before he could stop him. The three nasty little puppies were given to Elena's six cousins, who were not known for playing gently. The kings and queens of both lands were happy to see their son and daughter getting along so well. They hoped someday the two would even wed, but for now, Elena and Herrold were content to just be who they were together.  

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