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✨ The Village of Elderhollow ✨
Home of Jasper, Timber, Cedric, Peppie & Biscuit
Nestled where twilight lingers longest and morning mist rises like a soft curtain, lies Elderhollow—a hidden gnome village carved into the roots of ancient trees and sheltered beneath mushroom eaves. Lanterns made of amber glow along winding pathways, giving the whole forest a golden heartbeat.
Here, the cottages are round and warm like fresh bread, each chimney carrying its own comforting scent—magic, maple, sweetgrass, peppermint, and coffee cake—so anyone wandering near knows exactly which gnome is nearby.
At the center of Elderhollow stands the Gathering Oak, older than memory itself. Its mighty branches arch into the sky like welcoming arms, and its trunk is carved with tiny doorways leading into cozy rooms where gnomes meet at dusk to share stories, secrets, and second breakfasts.
Jasper, the Wizard Gnome, dwells in a crooked purple tower perched between two roots of the oak. It leans slightly, as all wise things do. Golden sparkles drift from his windows as he works late into the night, collecting lost moments and reshaping them into gentle magic.
Timber, the Lumberjack Gnome, keeps a quiet watch over the forest’s edge. Though he carries an axe, every tree knows he is their friend. His red-plaid hat is often the first sign villagers see when he returns from listening to the whispering woods, bringing home tales older than the soil itself.
Cedric, the Forest Gnome, wanders the shaded paths at dawn, turquoise hat bobbing among the ferns. His pockets are full of sweetgrass and protection charms woven for travelers, animals, and dreamers. Children say the forest feels braver when Cedric is near.
Peppie, the Holiday Gnome, only settles in Elderhollow once the first snowfall arrives. He drifts through the village like a warm memory—peppermint swirling in his wake—leaving candy-cane blessings on windowsills and reminding everyone that winter’s cold is simply magic dressed in white.
And in the heart of the village, from a tiny round kitchen that always smells like home, Biscuit, the Chef Gnome, kneads dough with patience and love. At sunrise, his breads appear on the Gathering Oak’s tables—soft, warm, sprinkled with comfort—and no one leaves without a full stomach and a lighter heart.
As night falls, Elderhollow hums with contentment. Fireflies gather like floating lanterns, the forest sighs its ancient lullaby, and all the gnomes come together beneath the starlit branches. They share stories, hopes, and crumbs of Biscuit’s coffee cake while Jasper’s spells flicker softly in the air like drifting constellations.
In Elderhollow, every scent is a welcome, every path leads to friendship, and every heart—no matter how weary—finds its way home again.