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In Romanian tradition the iele are feminine night beings who gather in glades, at river banks, at crossroads, or in the air, often in odd numbers, to dance a hora by moonlight. Tellers describe them as beautiful, sometimes incorporeal, sometimes wearing bells at the ankle and carrying candles, their hair covering them more than cloth. Where they have danced, the grass is said to remain burnt or beaten flat, and animals will not cross that circle. Dimitrie Cantemir, in his eighteenth-century Description of Moldavia, already spoke of such airy nymphs as especially drawn to young men.

Their true names are treated as dangerous and are commonly replaced by epithets: the Ladies, the Beauties, the Empresses of the Air, the Forest Girls, Dânse, Drăgaice, Vâlve, Rusalii, and many others. Personal names also appear in collections, but they are not to be spoken at random. The same caution surrounds their tunes: a melody heard at night may belong to them, and to mock or copy it is to invite paralysis, muteness, or a mind that no longer knows its owner. Early collectors such as Julius Teutsch noted that peasants spoke of three sister-maidens flying and dancing, and of lost pearls or marble shoes that might heal if used with respect.

Romanian scholarship has long compared the iele with South Slavic vila and with Bulgarian samodiva, yet the comparison is kinship, not identity. Vila in Balkan song are often mountain weather-women and warriors of the air; the iele of Romanian telling are more tightly bound to the summer night, to the hora, and to a thicket of local names that include seasonal figures such as Sânziene in neighbouring talk. Literary retellings by Romanian poets have kept the summer fairies in print, but the village warning remains practical: do not sleep in a strange clearing, do not step into a burnt ring, and if you meet them, be polite and admit you are a stranger.

Read with care, the iele are not simply evil fairies imported from a generic European woodland. They hold a living Romanian vocabulary of respect, fear, and desire: the woods have ladies, the river has listeners, and a person who comes home speechless after a night outside may be said to have seen too much. The tradition does not require the listener to decide whether the dancers are goddesses, ghosts, or wind. It asks only that the dance be left to those who own it.