Near the Eyjafjöll mountains in an area called Drangshlíð, there is a big rock in a field, almost the height of 20
men. On one side of it, there are caves and big spaces beneath it, and the
farmers kept there all of their hay and their cowsheds. In the cowsheds, no candles or lanterns would
stay lit, no matter how hard people would try to keep the flame alive.
The distance from the farm to
the cowsheds in the rock was a long one, and on cold, dark, stormy winter
nights it was not easy walking to the cowsheds. But the elves in the rock
would take care of the cows in the cowsheds while they were giving birth to
their calves. It was tradition in this
area that one of the stalls always had to be kept vacant for elf-cows. Human beings were not allowed to sit by the
cows while they were giving birth. If the farmer could see that a cow was about
to give birth that night he would leave the milking bucket, filled with good
hay, by the window above the door of the cowshed. The elves would then attend to the cow; they
milked it after it gave birth, fed the calf and the cow. And the milking bucket
was in the same position where the farmer had left it, filled!
Any time the farm would
change hands, if the new owner would follow tradition, he would have his
assistants stay with the cow while it was giving birth. If they did this, something
would inevitably go wrong. They would
hear and see strange things. In all
cases, the assistants would not be able to stay inside in the dark cowsheds and
fled. The farmers learned it was best to
let the elves tend to the cows.
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