The wind blew through the great willow trees, rustling them slightly. The world always laid quiet at this time of night as the moon watched over it, casting its pale softly lit glow. It calmed the soul in a way none other could even begin to understand. Its reflection on the soothing waters of the sea danced in a mystical rhythm to a song that no mortal ear could hear. The stars pushed past the clouds reveling themselves just as twilight vanished below the horizon, following the sapphire sun. The soft melody of the night played on as the wind glided through the branches of those trees, playing with the leaves as it passed, like a child revisiting a good friend. Flowers bloomed, blanketing the earth with soft shades of blue as fireflies appeared all around them. The fireflies vanishing and reappearing scattering their magical light around the world and the path that lay before all who pass through it.
A soft whisper could be heard as the night slowly drifted on. Footsteps through the tall thin blades of grass began to appear. Lanterns made from metals more beautiful then any other upon the earth began to float through the air, towards this quiet sanctuary. Cloaked in robes of silver, decorated with the most beautiful of patterns. Leaves and vines woven into the fabric could now be seen on these cloaked figures as they stepped closer. Crowns and silver leaves decorated their long flowing hair as their crystal eyes gazed upon the silent flowers. Their soft steps and light footprints left not a single blade of grass harmed as they stopped in the center of the clearing.
As soon as they stopped they began to make ready. Lighting a fire the color of crimson and sunflower and letting their shadows dance among the willow trees that surrounded them. Removing their cloaks to revealing well decorated and lined dresses and peasantry clothes of a silver-green color that shimmered in the light. Baskets uncovered as fruit of every sort seemed to be over flowing from them and large wooden pitchers of water lay next to them capturing the moon in its constant ripples. Wine was poured from a golden pitcher imprinted with the very grapevines in which the wine it contained was maid from. The goblets they drank from were carved with symbols of their culture and scenes of forests with willow trees, just as the one they rest in reflected. Laughing and dancing, music played from instruments unlike any mortal's creation played and lifted up to the heavens with merry cheer and gentle melodies. The fireflies circled the dancers and musicians eliminating them in a soft glow as the fire brightened the world.
Midnight passed and they continued on with the laugher and music, never tiring and never worrying. The wind brushing by them twirling their dresses and capes, and tossing their flowing hair as the leaves of the willow trees were tossed. Fireflies light reflected in their crystal gaze as the fire's reflection playfully danced within them. The flowers that had bloomed began to collect morning dew within them as they slowly began to close and seal their delicate beauty from the worlds touch. The light of dawn slowly began to awaken in the starlit sky. And the stars themselves slowly went to sleep fading away as dawn touched each one of them.
Just as they came, the dancers went. Cloaked in their mystical robes and collecting their empty baskets and pitchers they silently left the clearing. The fire faded away with their footsteps, leaving not a single trace of ever being there. The pale soft moon set behind the horizon the rest its weary self as the crimson sun began to peak over its own horizon in a daring explosion of light. The fireflies resting and sleeping under the petals of the flowers s they sealed themselves from the touches of the sun bright light. The wind dieing down and letting the branches of the great willow trees rest delicately. The sun's reflection replacing the moon's reflection in the constantly rippling sea, while birds uplifting songs could be heard. The sun touched the sky, leaving the safety of the earth behind, till twilight once more.
In the center of the clearing, a gleaming starlight glistens in the untouched blades of glass. A small delicately and carefully carved necklace rests there, and the pendant depicting the sun and moon captures the lights rays reflecting them back. The Elvin's dance was over, till the next night, but the memory of them rests within the clearing, and the world around them. A memory the mortals have yet to catch a single glimpse of, but the very earth remembers so clearly. As twilight once again, begin to descend upon the world.