“…when (I) happened upon a most unusual scene. (The) various trolls of (the) region, two score or so, had come together and were sitting in a loose circle as (the) sun was setting. One of them started a low growl. Altogether, (the) others also sounded their own growling. What a tremendous roar! (The) very earth trembled, and my chest thudded as if being beaten with invisible (sticks, possibly drumsticks)! Sound washed over me, tides of notes crashed on (the) shore of my head in thunderous waves that I thought would crush (my) skull! Eventually, (the) notes coalesced into a single drone that was felt in (the) bladder (stomach?), as much as heard with (the) ears. From this drone, another note, a much higher, piercing note appeared, not given by a single troll, but as a result of (the) slight fluctuations in (the) way that (the) sound interacted with itself. Then, another note, and another, until it was as if a chorus of voices danced on the air.
Ogres around me swayed to (the) music, humming along as best they could. Some tapped a beat on their chest with (the) flat of their hands, feeling a rhythm from inside.
After a time, (the) trolls stopped abruptly, and I felt as if I would fall over; as if I had been pushing against a hard wind that was suddenly cut off. I felt stunned, lost, and lonely, as if cut off from something profound. My ears streamed, but if it was from emotion, or from being buffeted I could not tell.
(A name, possible an Ogre) turned to me, and said, 'This is the way the trolls become the Troll.' using (the) peculiar word of indication that they have with differing stresses that I have attempted to convey. 'Every ten years they return, like this in order to tell each other all that has happened and become one entity again.'...”
ms. LDrBillel 152.4