Soon all was forgiven, and forgotten, and they continued on with their journey. Suddenly the younger boy saw the sun glint off of something shiny in the road, near a bridge. He ran over and picked up the heavy object off of the ground. What is this half - brother ? " he asked . Let me see that little one ", the older brother said with a tone of curiousity in his voice. The elder brother took the object, and was amazed at what he saw. In his hand he held a beautiful shining gold warrior's arm band. The youngest asked, " What is it, what is it ! " It is the golden arm band of a warrior, and a strange thing to be lying around. " the eldest replied. "I found it, and I want it back !" exclaimed the little boy. You are too young for a warriors prize, baby face. " the eldest said with a more serious look." It's mine and I want it back ! " cried the little boy even louder.
Then from under the bridge came a grumbling sound, as though someone, or something had just awakened. Then a voice echoed ," IT IS MINE !" " I killed the warrior who was wearing it, " said the deep voice, " and that makes it mine." From under the bridge slowly emerged a large head followed by a much smaller body. Startled the boys looked at each other, then back at the creature. They had heard of Trolls but had never seen one in person. The Troll said proudly, " The warrior would not pay my toll to cross my bridge, and then had the audacity to challenge me as well." He continued, " He will cross no more bridges forever I can tell you that much right now. " He gave out a hoarse laugh and then glared at the red - haired boy who was holding his golden ring. The Troll gritted his teeth as he grunted, " Give me back what I have fairly won ! "
The elder boy smiled and replied, " Why should we. We found it ! " The younger brother looked at his older sibling and quietly said, " I think it would be best if we just give it to him. " "No ! ,said the older brother angrily. "Then I will take it from you, and make a meal out of both of you as well," shouted the Troll.
Fearing not the tiny boy the Troll ran after the older red - haired boy. After several steps he felt something catch his leg, and he began to stumble. As he fell he saw that the younger boy had thrown himself at his legs upsetting his balance. The troll fell with a loud thud. The elder boy picked up a large rock that was lying in the road, and with all his might hit the Troll on the head. There was a loud cracking sound, a groan, and then silence as the Troll was still.
The younger boy was shaking and crying as he lay upon the ground. The older brother walked over to him and helped him to his feet, brushed him off, and quietly said, " Warriors do not cry . " " You are kind of a brave little squirt though aren't you." The little boy stopped crying when he saw the pride that his older brother had in him. The eldest said, " Lets forget our journey and go home now. " "By the way," he continued, " you can keep the gold arm ring for your bravery, Balder, my half - brother. " I was just kidding before when I called you that," Balder responded, " I think of you as my whole - brother, Thor. "
They told, and retold the tale of their encounter with the Troll all the way back to Asgard. Each time the journey became longer, the gold ring heavier, and the Troll became larger and larger. The " Whole - brothers " bonded on that day, and would fight side by side in battle after battle against Trolls, Dwarfs, Jotuns, and monsters, some real and some imagined.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, October 29, 2011.
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection !