Answer:
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?