The fairies are fickle and leave.

The fairies quickly grow bored of their antics, and realizing you aren't likely to encounter another person in the middle of the forest at night, leave in search of something fun to do.

You spend the rest of the night trying to stay warm, wondering why this night had to be so darn cold. You occasionally dose off from time to time, but you're far too nervous about your surroundings to get any proper sleep. Dawn eventually comes, and you stagger up and renew the search for your sword.

You eventually find it dangling in a tree about 10 feet off the ground. You think about trying to shake it loose, but then realize what a terrible idea it is to be standing under a very sharp object that can easily chop a person in half.

The only way you're going to get it back is by climbing up there. You let out a sigh and begin your ascent.