Well...if it makes her feel any better...Puck was at the Court.

But she doesn't know?

Right! But the elven knights weren't leaving and kept calling out to her.

I'll do it for your sake then xD

She came out of the ferns.
"I'm here." She said, unsure if she should have.

Okay, thanks! Sometimes being the narrator I forget about how people may not know things :P

One of them held a hand out to help her up onto their horse.

Right lol.
She took his hand and got onto the horse.
'I hope I'm not going to another goblin camp...' She said in her mind.

She rode in front of an elven knight, who had one arm wrapped securely around her waist while the other held the reins. Grimalkin dozed in her lap, a warm, heavy weight, and refused to talk to her. The knights wouldnt answer any of her questions, either. The horses flew over the forest floor, and the trees were beginning to thin.

They broke through the tree line, and ahead of them rose an enormous mound. It towered above them in ancient, grassy splendor, the pinnacle seeming to brush the sky. Thorny trees and brambles grew everywhere, especially near the top, so the whole thing resembled a large bearded head. Around it grew a hedge bristling with thorns, some longer than her arm. The knights spurred their horses toward the thickest part of the hedge. The brambles parted for them, forming an arch that they rode beneath, before settling back with a loud crunching sound.

She looked at her surroundings with wide eyes.
'This is so cool...'

The horses rode straight at the side of the hill without slowing. The mound neither opened up nor moved aside in any way; they rode into the hill and through.

A massive courtyard stretched before her, a great circular platform of ivory pillars, marble statues, and flowering trees. Fountains hurled geysers of water into the air, multicolored lights danced over the pools, and flowers in the full spectrum of the rainbow bloomed everywhere. Strains of music reached her ears, a combination of harps and drums, strings and flutes, bells and whistles, somehow lively and melancholy at the same time.

Faeries were everywhere, sitting on the marble steps or benches, dancing together in small groups, or just wandering around. A man with a bare chest and shaggy legs ending in hooves winked at her from the shade of a bush. A willowy girl with green-tinted skin stepped out of a tree, scolding a child hanging from the branches. The boy stuck out his tongue, flicked his squirrel tail, and darted higher into the foliage.

She smiled at what she saw, loving the happiness from all of the Faeries around her.