The Troll's Song

Based this off a troll love song another anon shared in the egg girl thread.
>Be troll in Scandinavia during middle ages.
>I want to get married really bad to a human. Male trolls are rough and crude, I just want a human I can dote on and who will love me back.
>Everyone down here is super religious and considers trolls "from the devil" so I don't have much of a chance.
>Know a q.t. squire that gets passed over by a lot of the girls in the village.
>He's super nice. He talks to me whenever he sees me, and occasionally gives me treats from the village.
>I spend a whole week getting ready to convince him to marry me.
> I round up a dozen wild horses, their backs never touched by a saddle.
>I use my gold I've been hoarding to buy a beautiful mill in the countryside.
>I give several flowers from my body to the forest goddess to gift me with a beautiful gilded blade.
>The day has finally come. I approach my love's cottage and knock on the door.
>He greets me with a smile and asks why I've come into town.
> I ask him to marry me. I tell him I will gladly give him anything I have that he desires. He must only answer yes or no.
>I offer him the dozen wild horses, singing songs of their beautiful silky coats and their wild lovely manes
>He says no.
> I offer him the mill, with a water wheel of brass and the finest cottage in the Barony.
>He says no.
>This is it. My trump card.
>I reveal the sword from my pack, letting the sunlight catch the blade, sending rays of light throughout his cabin.
>I sing songs of the forging of the weapon by the forest goddess, the fine gold rings on the crossguard, and the jewels plucked from the bowels of the earth.
>He gently pushes the sword back into my hand and covers it with the clothe.
> He says no again.
>I start to cry, my knees buckle and I fall to the floor.
>He reaches down and puts his hands around me while I bawl.
>In desperation I ask one more time. If he will not accept my gifts for his hand in marriage, will he just be happy with me?
>Yes.
>He said yes.
>He looks into my eyes and wipes a tear from my eye and he begins to speak.
>"Fine horses, a beautiful home, an indestructible weapon…those are all wonderful things. But I would never marry for those reasons.
>"I refused your gifts, as generous as they were, because I didn't need them."
>"The only thing I want is you."
>He brings my lips to his and we kiss deeply and passionately.
>All my flowers open at once, fanning the air with the fresh scent of spring and love.
>This is the happiest day of my life.