Woodlands were nice places to be in. It was calming and there weren't a lot of people to bother Sherlock. So Sherlock Holmes had trudged on into the forest, taking his string instrument with him, climbed onto a tree branch, and started playing a few tunes.

Most of those tunes he had composed himself. Composing helped Sherlock think. Of course, that was what he was doing at the moment, composing and thinking, when he stopped in the middle of a song.

A rustle of leaves came from nearby. Sherlock straightened himself, searching for the source. Then, someone appeared from a tree branch above him. He wasn't human, of course; about three feet in height, about the size of a child but with adult proportions, with large pointed ears sticking out from beneath blonde hair. He was barefooted as well, but wore a green tunic.

"You're a fairy elf," Sherlock stated bluntly.

"Yeah, and you play good music," The fairy elf in question lowered himself so he was now standing on the branch the human was sitting on, watching Sherlock carefully as if he would lash out on him. "Did you make it yourself?"

"Yes, actually," the human said, strumming a few cords on his string instrument, "Composed by myself."

"That's…That's amazing," The elf was sitting on the branch now, but still watching Sherlock. "My name's John."

"Sherlock Holmes."

And they shook hands.