It made me very, very happy when Pete put the Verocu back in production.
But I believe the elfin rock in question---the one that's been making the social media rounds this week, at any rate---was in Iceland, not Scotland. Scots have their own lore aplenty, but huldufolk and elven rocks are Icelandic territory.
That one's not even my favorite story.
Years back (this is mentioned in several of the news stories about the latest incident) they were building a highway between Reykjavik and the new airport, and there was a very large boulder directly in their way. For weeks, the closer they got to the rock, the worse things got. Accidents. Equipment breaking down. Things going lost.
So the Iceland Dept. of Highways, a gov't agency, called out a witch. To talk to the elves in the rock.
She came out, and did. Told them there were no elves in the rock, but there
used to be. They lived over in that cliff yonder now, but the boulder was the old homestead to them, and they were sentimental about it, and liked looking out at it of an evening, and didn't want to see it dynamited. Would the road crew mind terribly craning it over to that little rise, off to the side, gently, and place it facing the same way, so they could continue to enjoy it?
And they DID. And the breakdowns stopped. And the road went through.
This is not some urban legend, my friends. In the late 20th century, the government of a modern, industrialized nation called out a witch to talk to elves in a rock, and
did what she told them.
And it worked.
And now I have to go see who's got a good price on the corona gorda size for that Verocu.
~Boar
Honest truth, a sacred elfin rock was buried by a road crew in Scotland. The plople forced the government to dig the rock back up so not to offend the elves and keep their tradition alive.
