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The nights were cold in Trolberg.

Hilda lay on her bed, a snoozing Twig by her side, yet she couldn't get herself to sleep at all, no matter how much she tried. She tossed and turned and eventually gave up, glaring at the ceiling in defeat.

Insomnia is merciless.

Rolling to her side, she began to think to herself, having not much else to do when it was so late at night. She started to wonder what was happening back in the wilderness, an ache in her heart looming as memories filled her mind, what might've been if her old house hadn't gotten crushed, how warm and inviting it was to return to after a day of adventuring. She felt an intense nostalgia, almost shedding a few tears before a soft voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Hilda?"

The girl opens her eyes, quickly wiping away any trace of tears before looking towards the shelf where the voice came from.

Alfur gazes back at her, peeping out of his little clock-house on the shelf. His little face was etched with concern, until he looks back at the time on the clock's face, turning his countenance into something more like surprise, perhaps a hint of irritability.

"It's nearly midnight, you know?"

"I know," Hilda replies quietly, before looking back up at the elf, "but what reason do you have for being up this late?"

"Well, if you must know, the Mayor wanted me to write a 10 page summary of the absolute unspeakable horror that is Frida's room nowadays- hey!" Alfur pouts, "don't change the subject!" He slides down a chair leg onto the floor, hopping onto Hilda's bed.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm okay," Hilda lowers her hand for Alfur to climb on, "I'm just having trouble getting to sleep. I've been thinking about the wilderness a lot again."

"Oh..."

"Do you ever miss it, Alfur?"

The little elf steps onto her hand, flailing in mild alarm as she lifts him up.

"S-sometimes. After all, I was born there, too..."

Hilda nods, letting Alfur continue.

"I understand it's not easy leaving a place you're so attached to, but the same will apply to Trolberg, too, if we ever have to leave."

The girl smiles softly, lying back down and putting Alfur down beside her.

"I suppose you're right about that."

She sighs.

"I'm thankful tomorrow is Saturday, otherwise I'd have to go to school without any sleep, I'd bet..."

Alfur tilts his head thoughtfully.

"I think I might be able to help with that."

"Hm...?" Hilda lifts her head slightly.

"Do you want me to keep you company? It gets boring pretty fast when everyone else is sleeping. And knowing you, Hilda..."

The girl chuckles softly, nodding.

"Sure. That's sweet of you."

Hilda turns her head to look back up at the ceiling. As she does, Alfur shuffles closer to her ear so that she could hear him better.

"Oh! We could tell stories! Wouldn't that be fun?"

"If it's not a legend involving paperwork," Hilda smirks.

"But all the best legends involve paperwork!" The elf exclaims, pouting slightly.

"Well, fine. If it's a paperwork-free story you want, it's a paperwork-free story you'll get. But I must say, you're missing out on some pretty juicy real estate contract-"

"Alfur."

"Fine, fine," the elf gently leans against Hilda's ear, evoking her to quiet down and start to listen.

"For an elven legend without paperwork involved in any way, this is quite the exhilarating tale~"

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next chapter should be up ASAP! I love the little moments of inspiration I get and finally manage to get up and write stories again, I wish they lasted longer oof

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