There is a glen in the forest, hidden by a dip in the landscape and ancient stands of silver birch. A stream bubbles through from a waterfall and out via a cave tunnel, joining the underground river. The soft and mossy grass is often filled with wild-flowers; sweet smelling and delicate.
What makes this glen special, above other quite similar beauty spots (of which there are many in the forest), is the standing stone. An ancient spire set on a small rise the stream curls around. The obelisk is unique; two types of stone fused by prehistoric forces.
For long ages it has been called The Lovers.
Romantics say the stone was chosen and erected by two dedicated souls, a landmark to their lasting connection. Historians claim it was placed in tribute to a powerful or important couple, while the folklorists would have it that it is a place of worship. A stone to mark a place of power, to worship the old gods of fertility and life.
No one has thought to look beneath the moss and lichen that has grown over the surface. They don't see the runes etched into the stone.
They would likely be quite surprised.
Not on of all the minds that ponder The Lovers have ever thought that it was placed by magic as a gift. Earth Giants, just like the Fifth Spirit, are only a myth.
Nor would they have thought The Lovers themselves were two women.
But the runes tell all with so few words.
Carved with careful hand, the runes engraved by the pair together.
Elsa and Honeymaren.
Short and sweet, just a little drabble. I get ideas and doodle the words.