Capitolo 14
looked on the beautiful Elves, and more he/she wondered that small Violet
weeping and it passionately desired his/her house. More dark color and more desolate it seemed his
grandiose house, and when the Fairies asked flowers, he felt him ashamed
what he didn't have anybody to give them.
For a long time a warm wind swept through the gardens and the fog-clouds
passed away, while in silent wonders looked at the Cold-king and
the Elves on the scene in front of them.
Far as you/he/she could arrive eye it was green and tall trees which bending himself/herself/itself branches
graced arcs and done through which the gilded light shone slightly,
bright shades that do on the green musk and I lavish under, where the most equitable
flowers rippled in the fresh wind, and it sang, in their minimum, bawls sweets,
as beautiful it is Love.
In bloom grapevines folded up their soft leaves around the trees,
green pillars that make of their raw trunks. Fountains threw them
bright waters to the roof, and raw of silver-winged birds flew
singing among the flowers, or he/she lovingly brooded above of their nests.
Doves with kind eyes cooed among the green leaves snow-white clouds,
is floating in the statement to the timid sun and the gilded light, more diamond that before,
shone down slightly.
Soon in the long corridors it came to Violet, flowers and green leaves
rustling as she passed. On her it went to the throne of the Cold-king,
two crowns that are born, one of sparkling icicles the other of pure
white lilies, and kneeling himself/herself/itself in front of him, says,--
"My assignment is made, and, thanks to the Spirits of earth and it airs, I have
fact as fair a house as hands Of elf you/he/she can form. You now have to decide.
The Desire both King of Flower-earth, and possesses my kind relative for Your
loving friends? Desire you possess the unalterable peace and it rejoyce, and the
thankful love of all the fragrant children of green earth? Then takes
this crown of flowers. But if you cannot find to like here,
goes up again to Your his/her own cold house, and indulges in the loneliness and the obscurity,