Deep in the fog-covered valley of Tverrfjelldalen, where the moss grows thick and the rocks grumble in their sleep, two trolls lived side by side. On the left side of the valley stood Grukk the Stubborn, a massive troll with a beard so long that birds nested in it. On the right side lived Blurk the Grumpy, who had a rock collection so big that even the mountains were jealous.
For centuries, they had lived in peace—or at least in a state of mutual annoyance that never escalated into full-blown war. That all changed one fateful evening when the rock incident occurred.
The Rock Incident
Grukk, in his usual trollish wisdom, decided to move a rock from his yard to Blurk’s. Now, to humans, this may sound like a simple act of rock-relocation. But in troll culture, moving a rock onto another troll’s land is the equivalent of throwing a moldy fish at their face. It is an insult of the highest order.Blurk, naturally, was outraged. “What is THIS?!” he roared, pointing at the offending boulder.
“It’s a rock,” Grukk said flatly, chewing on a piece of bark.
“I can SEE it’s a rock! But why is it HERE?!”
“It wanted a change of scenery.”
“You PUT it here!”
Grukk shrugged. “It was ugly. Didn’t match my collection of scenic pebbles.
”Blurk’s face turned a delightful shade of furious green. “Oh, you want to play that game? Fine.
”That night, Blurk sneakily rolled the rock back onto Grukk’s land… plus three more for good measure.
Escalation
Grukk, never one to be outdone in a battle of pettiness, retaliated. He not only returned the rocks but added a massive pile of mud on top.
Blurk countered by filling Grukk’s favorite sitting hole with wet moss.
Grukk, fuming, stole Blurk’s prized collection of pointy sticks and scattered them across the valley.Blurk, now truly enraged, replaced Grukk’s drinking pond with a large collection of very slippery fish.
At this point, the entire valley had become a battleground. Trees were uprooted and used as makeshift barricades, boulders were catapulted across the landscape, and a few unfortunate goats got caught in the crossfire. Other trolls in the area took sides, either helping with sabotage or simply enjoying the chaos like it was a live-action play.
The Day of the Big BoomThe war escalated to its peak when Grukk had a genius idea—a massive rock avalanche to bury Blurk’s entire home. Unfortunately, troll planning often skips the thinking part, and Grukk miscalculated the angle.
Instead of crushing Blurk’s home, the avalanche barreled down the valley and hit the Great Troll Marketplace, demolishing several stalls, including the only troll bakery that sold crispy lichen biscuits. This, of course, was a disaster of epic proportions.
The other trolls, furious at the loss of their precious snacks, turned on both Grukk and Blurk.
“You broke the biscuit stall?!” one troll bellowed.
“THAT WAS THE ONLY PLACE TO GET GOAT-SCENTED DOUGHNUTS!” screamed another.
A council of wise (and very hungry) elder trolls was quickly assembled, and both Grukk and Blurk were dragged to trial in front of the Great Mossy Rock of Judgment.
The Unlikely TruceThe elders, after much grumbling and beard-stroking, declared:
“You two are complete idiots. Fix the damage, or we’ll feed you to the mountain trolls.
”Since mountain trolls were known for their terrible table manners (and their love of eating other trolls), Grukk and Blurk begrudgingly agreed to a truce.
For weeks, they worked together—rebuilding the bakery, returning stolen goats, and collecting all the scattered sticks and rocks. It was exhausting, humiliating, and extremely annoying.
But something strange happened. Somewhere between repairing the broken lichen-press and replanting the trees they had thrown at each other, they realized……they actually made a good team.
By the time the valley was restored, the two former enemies had become friends. They even built a shared sitting rock between their homes, where they would spend evenings grumbling about the stupidity of young trolls and discussing the perfect texture of cave moss.
And so, after months of mayhem, the Great Troll Neighbor War ended—not with a battle, but with a friendship forged through sheer exhaustion and mutual pettiness.
Moral of the Story?If you have a neighbor you don’t like, just let them keep the stupid rock. It’s not worth losing the only bakery in town over.
Speaking of folklore, you might be interested in exploring the rich collection of stories and myths from around the world. The war of our two trolls, Grukk and Blurk, is reminiscent of the tales from various cultures, mainly Nordic ones. Pay a visit to the Troll Wikipedia Page to get a taste of their lore. If you’re captivated by the landscape, valleys, and nature aspects of our story, find out more about Natural Landscapes. Go down the rabbit hole of rock formations and geology on the Rock Geology Wikipedia Page, just like Blurk the Grumpy’s vast collection. Furthermore, if this has sparked your appetite for diplomacy, wars, and peace treaties, check the Diplomacy Wikipedia Page. Finally, for those enchanted by the notion of community and neighborhood, the Neighbourhood Wikipedia Page is worth checking out.
