Tota The Brave
In a glen cloaked in emerald hues,
Where whispers tell of ancient news,
Lived Tota, a gnome, in quiet delight,
Amongst the ferns and bough broken light.
Tota the Brave, they'd soon call his name,
For he left his forest seeking fortune and fame.
With a heart full of dreams, and potions bright,
He ventured forth into the vastness of night.
He met with knights, with swords that gleamed,
Humans so tall, like towers they seemed.
"Take me along, on quests far and wide,
I'll show you magic" Tota beamed with pride.
Through valleys they rode, over mountains steep,
Tota's enchantments made the journey less bleak.
With a wave of his hand, and a chant beyond soft,
He'd turn rocks to clouds, and lift giants aloft.
The knights grew fond of their comrade so small,
Whose courage shone larger than any and all.
Together they battled, faced dragons so fierce,
With Tota's spells, their scales they'd pierce.
In battles and feasts, his legend did grow,
The gnome who left home with a mystical glow.
Tota the Brave, with his new band of friends,
Proved size matters not, when you pursue noble ends.
So here's to Tota, whose tale we now sing,
A gnome of great valor, and the joy he does bring.
For in every heart, there's a call to roam,
And find the adventure that leads us back home.
Giant Clouds
In the kingdom's heart, where banners fly tall,
The king's voice echoed through the great hall.
"A giant looms large, over village and field,
To Tota the Brave, this beast must yield."
With a nod and a smile, Tota stuffed in his pack,
Potions and runes, and never looked back.
Through the whispering woods and the hills he roamed,
To the village in peril, his courage ready and homed.
The giant was ferocious, his steps quaked ground,
His roars of displeasure were a thunderous sound.
But Tota, undaunted, with magic in his eye,
Whispered in the wind, "It's time for you to fly."
He chanted the words, from an ancient rhyme,
And the skies responded, in little time.
Clouds gathered 'round, at Tota's command,
A fluffy white prison, soft yet grand.
The giant, confused, stepped into the snare,
His feet sank in clouds, he started floating in air.
Tota danced around, a silly jig of great mirth,
"Your stay is over, you'll leave Middle-Earth!"
The villagers cheered, their fears now allayed,
For the gnome had saved them, his bravery displayed.
The giant, now trapped, was taken away,
To a kingdom in the clouds, to fairies, for play.
Tota returned, to the king's wide-eyed stare,
"The giant is in the sky, light as air!"
The king laughed aloud, "Only you could achieve
Such a wondrous feat, I can hardly believe!"
So here's to Tota, the gnome of the hour,
Whose magic and wit, displayed his true power.
For every giant, no matter how tall,
Can be overcome, by the smallest of all.
Dances With Fairies
Near the church where children play,
Burd Ellen danced until the close of day.
Orange signals dusk; the children head in,
Save for Burd Ellen, distracted by fairy kin.
In a flash, Tota appeared, distraught and with a warning,
"If you go with fairies, there you'll stay till morning."
But young Ellen's ears could hardly hear to care,
And off she wandered, in the daze of a beautiful snare.
She danced in the fairy ring, light as a petal's sway,
Until exhaustion took its toll, and there she lay.
In the twilight, she dreamed of a tower dark and tall,
Where spectral colors glimmered along the crystal wall.
Light fought shadows in a shimmering dance,
The enchantment held Ellen in a deep trance.
So lost was she in the fairy light,
She missed her rescuers’ valiant fight.
Awake in a land far from her own,
She saw her brother and Tota the gnome.
“Oh, Childe Rowland,” cried Ellen in fear,
“Hush,” said Rowland, “Tota’s magic is near.”
In a flash, they returned to Middle-Earth,
All three happy, full of joy and mirth.
Ellen spoke of her wondrous dream,
Rowland shared a tale of a darker scheme.
Here’s to dreams, where mysteries under the sun,
Are woven by night, then by dawn undone.
And to heroes, bold and unseen,
Who light up the world from spaces between.
Starry Knight
In his chamber where enchantments flow,
Merlin summons Tota for another go.
"Brave Tota," he whispered, "another quest remains,
To seek Childe Rowland, in Elfland's domains."
Merlin implored "To aid Childe Rowland, you must depart,
For Burd Ellen's plight weighs heavy on the heart."
Tota stood tall, his resolve like steel,
"I'll find the knight, and to fate, we'll appeal."
Through the gloaming mist, where time is lost,
Tota journeyed on, no matter the cost.
He found Childe Rowland, with sword in hand,
Guarding the borders of the elfin land.
"Childe Rowland," called Tota "your help I seek,
To free our princess, for her future is bleak."
Rowland hails “For the king and princess, I wield my blade.
With noble gnome in battles fierce, undaunted, and unswayed.”
Together they ventured, where the dark ferns grow,
To the Elven King's castle, shrouded in woe.
The princess cried out, from a tower of stone,
Her voice carrying far, in a haunting tone.
Childe Rowland drew his blade, with a warrior's grace,
As Tota carved runes of power, around that haunted place.
"Open door! Open, and let us in!"
Chanted Rowland, as the walls grew thin.
Inside the tower, with courage they tread,
Through halls of crystal, filled with dread.
Tota's magic lit their path so dim,
Guiding Childe Rowland to his sister grim.
Burd Ellen sat, her gaze long and hollow,
In the Elf King's spell, her heart did wallow.
King Arawn roared, his crown askew.
And all around the chamber a darkness grew.
Tota's eyes glimmered as he etched secrets in rhyme,
His gnome-sized hands tracing constellations in time.
He whispered to Childe Rowland, "Fear not this fight,
For your sword shall blaze with starfire's light."
Tota, with eyes aglow, whispered ancient runes,
His words weaving spells, from ancient tunes.
He touched the blade, its steel hummed with light,
Infusing it with a cosmic celestial might.
Childe Rowland's sword once mere mortal steel,
Now gleamed like the sun, a force to make foes kneel.
The Elf King's gaze, upon that blade did wane,
For Tota's enchantment had forged a new pain.
And so they clashed, sword against sorcery,
The Elfin King and Sir Rowland, in a dance of treachery.
Tota watched, the silent architect of their fate,
His heart turned to Burd Ellen, for her need was great.
He mixed a potion brewed from the light of stars,
And runes that spoke of ancient wars,
Tota broke the spell, the enchantment undone,
Burd Ellen awoke, like the rise of the sun.
King Arawn roared, his fury unleashed
From his staff the shadows increased.
Childe Rowland crashed, steel against spell,
But Arawn was mighty, to a knee Rowland fell.
Childe Rowland rose, his resolve unswayed,
His sword erupted, his bravery displayed.
The daylight spread, the darkness retreated,
And King Arawn's hate was now defeated.
They cheered and reveled, triumphant and free,
Tota, Childe Rowland, and Burd Ellen; all three.
Back through the gates, and into Middle-Earth,
They emerged proud, proving their worth.
Another cheer for Tota, the gnome so bold,
Whose heart was brave, whose magic was gold.
In the tales of knights, his name will be found,
For in the face of darkness, he stood his ground.