In the poem Hrafnagaldr Óðins, additional information is given about Iðunn, though this information is otherwise unattested. Here, Iðunn is identified as descending from elves, as one of "Ivaldi's elder children" and as a dís who dwells in dales.
Stanza 6 reads:
In the dales dwells,
the prescient Dís,
ash sunk down,
of alfen race,
Idun by name,
the youngest of Ivaldi's
If Jotun's can become Goddesses, ( Skadhi, Gerdr, etc..) then so too can Elves.
- Glenn ( Ravensheart )
P.S. Enjoy Chapter 2 !
Idunn' s Revenge
From Ljossalfheim Ingalf and Dainlin rode into the thick forests of Midgard. They were careful to stay deep in the timberline to avoid detection by the children of Odin. The All - Father had decreed that all beings must avoid contact with the Midgardians. All races of beings seemed to accept Odin's edict. All of course that is except the Jotuns, who believed that Midgard, made from their ancestor' s body, belonged to them. The Jotuns and the Gods had been fighting war after war to decide this question for a millennium now. At the moment the Gods seemed to be winning the argument !
Ingalf truly liked Midgard. It was a land of many contrasts. Unlike Ljossalfheim, or Asgard, it was not a place that was always bright and sunny. Here in Midgard it snowed like it did in Jotunheim, had misty rain like Niflheim, and had mountains that spewed forth fire as was the case in Muspelheim. Odin, the all - wise, had placed Sunna' s path just far enough away from Midgard to allow there to be four distinctive seasons. The All- Father also understood Mani' s immense power, and placed his path closer than Sunna's so that the God of Night could influence the ocean' s tides with his might. " Yes ! " Ingalf said out loud, " Odin did a splendid job when he and his brothers created this blue world for the Midgardians ! "
Ingalf knew he was getting closer to Jotunheim when the earth began to rise beneath his feet, and the air started to have a familiar frosty feel to it. He did not have to travel the entire length of Jotunheim, thank goodness. He only had to reach the highest peak in the Giants land. There on a plateau that was formed millennium ago there was a cavern that led deep into the bowels of the mountain. It was this road that led to the land of the Dark Dwarves, known as Svartalheim.
Unlike the horses used by Midgardians, and the Gods alike, Ingalf's reindeer Dainlin had little or no trouble making its way up the steep inclined path that led into the high peaks region of Jotunheim. That is not to say that they did not need to rest from time to time along the trail. Every time Sunna moved a hand' s length across the sky, Ingalf dismounted Dainlin, and let him rest to get a bite to eat. Using his front hoofs the reindeer dug for any plants beneath the snow he could find, or nibbled on leaves that might still give him enough sustenance to restore his energy. Ingalf, who was hungry as well, pulled out an oatmeal cookie, and ate right along with his reindeer. When Dainlin lifted his head and sniffed the cookie, Ingalf laughed and let him finish the one he was holding, while he pulled out another one for himself.
When the sun had gone three - quarters of the way across the sky Ingalf decided that it was time to rest, have a meal, and find a place to bed down for the night. Up ahead he saw a small ledge that appeared to be fairly level, and directed Dainlin there. Just before he reached the ledge he passed through two rather odd looking trees. As he turned around to take a second look, he saw the trees move, and then realized that they were not trees at all, but the legs of a rather large Jotun ! Ingalf tried to remain calm as he turned Dainlin around to face the Giant who towered over him.
" What manner of creature is this who dares to travel through my land ? " the Jotun bellowed. " And what is that strange horned animal that you are sitting on ? " the Giant asked. " My name is Ingalf, and this " horned animal " is my reindeer Dainlin. " the Elf replied trying to sound cordial. " What right do you have to travel through my lands, little insect ?! " the Jotun asked as he pointed a huge spear with a sharp stone point on its end at the Elf. " Why, the right of any being who is traveling to Svartalheim, via Jotunheim. " Ingalf answered politely. " I like the Dwarves ! And you are no Dwarve shining one ! " the Giant said in an accusing tone. " No I am not a Dwarve my friend. I am an Elf from Ljossalfheim, and I am on my way to see my brother Dwarves in Svartalheim. " the Elf told him. " Well then, by all means, do not let me hold up the journey of an Elf ! " the Jotun told Ingalf with a laugh.
Ingalf nodded and then turned around again. The reindeer had only taken a few steps when Ingalf felt himself being lifted off of the reindeer. It was then that he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when he looked down he saw the spear point protruding from his body. " Changed my mind ! " the Jotun told the injured Elf. " I am Fjolverk, and this is my land ! I decide who travels through it, and who doesn' t ! " the Giant said angrily as he flicked the Elf off of his spear point. " I wonder what this will taste like ? " Fjolverk said to himself as he picked up Dainlin, and walked away. " No ! " Ingalf yelled at the Jotun. The Jotun ignored the little insect, and headed for his mountain fortress with his dinner.
Ingalf managed to crawl to a tree, and with great effort propped himself up against the trunk . Knowing that his injury was fatal he pulled out his sword, and felt around under the snow for a sharp rock. When he found one that suited his purpose he began to scratch a message into the blade of his sword. He wrote his final message in secret runic letters that he knew only one person would understand. Ingalf continued to scratch them deeper and deeper into the blade until his last breath escaped his body.
End Chapter 2
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.
Next : Chapter 3 : The Search For Ingalf.