The Genre of Trolls - Doria

gick tå å sa åt bondn, hä a sku laga sä bort. Men a svara: “Int vil ja ga förn bröllope ä överstäje”.
Bara dö gar nö, sa brögumme, så ska dö få så mytje pängar, som dö orkar bära”. Så
to a fram ejn säck å öjst ti nie skoflar silfvermynt å gaf sättje åt bondn, som lag a (?) på
ryddje å gick nöjd å glad hem. (SLS 71: 32–34)
10) Long ago a peasant stayed in the forest in order to burn potash. While he was tending
the fire, he started hearing how it whispered between the trees and said: [“]Come to the
wedding on Friday night at nine o’clock.” It was the troll giving invitations to the wedding.
It’d be nice to participate, the old man, who was not exactly timid, thought. Can I come
too? he asked. Yes, if you just knock with three raps of the heel of your axe on the hill
that’s here nearby at 12 o’clock on Friday night, you’ll get in, the hill troll answered. The
peasant took a shortcut to the parson to deliberate on the matter. The parson gave him
some sacramental wine and asked him to spill some drops of it in the food the trolls were
supposed to eat at the wedding. At the appointed time the peasant went to the hill and
knocked with three raps with the heel of his axe, as agreed, and was let into a beautiful
wedding hall. There he was as well received as a priest in hell, and there the fiddler sat by
the table playing and the others danced and amused themselves heartily. When they were
going to prepare dinner, the peasant asked if he could be the cook, and the trolls agreed to
that. Stealthily he spilt some drops of wine in the food. The trolls were so inebriated by
this that they didn’t know what they were doing, but started squabbling and fighting between
themselves. Finally one of the trolls said that it is that man you’ve dragged here
who’s responsible for this mess, and therefore it’s best if he leaves as soon as possible. The
groom then went to tell the peasant that he should go. But he answered: “I don’t want to
leave before the wedding is over”. [“]If you just go now[”], the groom said, [“]you’ll get as
much money as you can carry”. He took out a sack and scooped nine shovels of silver
coins in it and gave the sack to the peasant who put it (?) on his back and went home
happy and content.
11) En gáng händ e se ’at to in kvinno va’ ömsand hejm i stugun sín, so kom in gobb upp
úr tjällarin o bá at hústrun i húsi sku’ kóm jelp tsjeljin hans, som va’ barnshúk. Hun je’ me’
gobbin o he va’ líksom trappor nér i berje. To dom kóm nér va’ ter et stórt rúm o lampor
lyst op bóle o väddjen. Tsjeljin jól kva’ un kuna’ o förlöst bergtrolles tsjelg. To båne vart
född, lest un som vi brúkar: “Herrens välsignelse öve e. Når bergtrolle hört he, so sá e:
“kva’ ska’ vál ov hitsje barn, to en kristen kvinno ha förlöst e!” Når alt va’ slút o tsjeljen sku’
böri gá bot, sá bergtrolle: “ni hittar ful int hejm, ja’ ska’ kóm o föli er” Hun sku’ ny böri
gá, men to sa bergtrolle: “ja’ ska’ föst jev en betálning för he ni ha kumi o jelft tsjeljen
mín, kóm in hít ti tsjistun so ska’ ni få!” Hun jíg o bergtrolle sá at un sku’ bejd upp förkle
sitt. Hun jól så, o to öjst bergtrolle so mytji som ji i förkle henars som hun tykt
hövelspånor. Hun kuna int na anna än tá, o han lá so mytji an fi ti gá i förkle henars me
rogan åp. To un int kuna tá na mejr sá an: “ja ska’ kóm o föli er” o so ji dom. To un kom
hejm, so tänkt un för se shölv: “kva’ jér ja’ me hitsje o kasta altihóp i brasun. Men so snart
dom kóm i eldin vart dom ti gulltsjedjor o anna dyrbara klénóder, so at un skúnda se’ so
fort som möjlit at me branstakan drá dom ti bák úr eldin. (R II 339)
11) Once it happened, when a woman was home alone in her cottage, that an old man
came up from the cellar and asked the mistress of the house to come and help his wife who
was in labour. She went with the old man and there were sort of stairs down into the rock.
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