Nom - A Dwarve Turned Gnome Afar From Home

Nom the dwarve accidentally travels to a far far away place assuming a pitiful existence as garden gnome

Nom �" The Dwarve Turned Gnome Afar From Home

(A Poetry Story)

Introduction

For friendship

Dedicated to all Nom's out there

Desperately struggling to find their true homes

And the real world Zebs and Linas here

Quickly at one's side

Whatever one bemoans

Now come and join our ride

Through time and space alike

Set all false pride aside

To roam about childlike...

Enjoy!

Klinkity Tinkity Dinkity Tang!

The hammers went down as the smithies sang

Glowing iron red hot ringing like bell

With each hammer's bang

Playing a rhythm when hammerhead fell

Grim was their stare

But with feelings so fair

Were filled all their hearts

With glee assembling the parts

Of rings, trinkets, mail and blades

The bearded people, strenuous in the mountain's shades

Fine were their arts and crafts

Wealth unmeasured raining down their shafts

A fountain of youth it was for them

Polishing the shining Arken Gem

The Dwarven mead like molten gold

Their sacred feed of old

Nom the mason enjoyed his life

All times at his side

His gorgeous Dwarven wife

The source of his eternal pride

Respected by all the Dwarves

Nom elaborately crafted his carves

Yet on one fateful day, how cruel

His pointy chisel struck a mighty jewel

Surrounded by a bluish light, so bright

It set his mind in fear and fright

And with a glint

Which gave no hint

His bod'ly frame

Forbidden in this world to tarry longer

Oh what a shame

No one but fate to blame

Had he even been much stronger

Was cast across the seas of time

And space sublime

Beyond his very own ability

Tossed through the gates of probability

Now wayward from tranquility

To find himself on little planet blue

Far out the rim of celestial silvery disc

Crashing into a giant wooden shoe

When his concerns transformed to fearful grue

As a wrinkly, rugged face so close

Appeared right before his very nose

Speaking in a foreign tongue

Yet the voice unfriendly in his ears had rung

Squeezed in between the old man's clutches

Nom, carried by a giant geezer on his crutches

To a place so lean and clean

Nom was compelled to call it mean

What appeared to be a garden

With skinhead short cut grass

Could've been a lass's hairless a*s

I beg Your pardon...

There he was sitting in a groove

With others who couldn't move

Silly faces cast in resin

beside a watery birdie's basin

With fake smiles

For which one wouldn't go two miles

Wielding tools of plastic

Oh fantastic!

And Nom was one of them

A stupid manikin

Garish colored were their hats

The dungarees were even worse

Like bumblebees �" Oh what a curse!

And with a beam of light it came to mind

So far off from his Dwarven kind

He was now Nom the Gnome

Would he ever find a way back home?

In vexation crying out with all his might

How'd he deserved such wretched plight?

Oh Dwarven Gods of old

Thy order manifold

How come he deserve all this

Wanting nothing but peaceful bliss?

Was it his people's innate greed for gold

Written in illustrious runes foretold?

The ever wanting more

Which hasn't changed since days of lore

But no, it couldn't be

The Gods taking their finely crafted share

So the Dwarvens could evermore be free

To peacefully dwell in subterranean lair

No matter how his sentiment

All his lament being stuck

In this puppet self �" bad luck

Underneath a jolly smile

Which his feelings did defile

Hard like plaster, concrete and cement

Forced to accept his wacky fate

Yet dreaming of beloved mate

There was nothing else but wait

Praying for mysterious gate

And as the days went late

Nom, pretending with his mocking mower

Time really couldn't flow any slower

Having no means to alter his wicked state

Sun and moon flew past

In cyclic manner

Grass grew high

All around the manor

So did its owners end draw nigh

Back to nature it all went at last

Nom who did not care at all

Was but lost in worlds so grand

Deeply embedded in his head

Vividly Twas there �" his land

Dwarven's banner flying in the winds, so red

Drinking beer and mead with friends till empire's dawn and fall

So detached was he from strange new world

As strings of destiny were just uncurled

A friendly young couple on its way

With gayish manners walking all astray

In search of a cooling shadow

Somewhere on Nom's lonely meadow

Resting under aged oaken tree

Handsome Zeb and lovely Lina

declared their love in nature's ways

Whilst enjoying hymns from Ocarina

Till the sun casting its final rays

As a joyous day came to its end

Young groom and bride to be

Opting to travel back to homely quarters

And have a quantum spirit waters

Then extending lover's feral glee

Oh blessed wonders of life �" not one thing to mend

But oh, what wondrous surprise!

A sparkle in the dark

Caused both of them to hark

Brave Zeb stepped forward in alarm

To discover Nom who meant no harm

Nor did Lina utter word of despise

In a flash of inspiration

Sensing a special purpose in Nom the Gnome

Freeing him from entangling roots

The couple brought him to their humble home

Removing all the dirt acute

As to ready him for examination

Upon seeing him in proper state

Zeb in lavishing delight proposed

“I know our little new friend's fate.

A garden gnome he was supposed...”

“Why not make him captain of the guard?

He'd be the needed Dwarve in our game,

Which started out so very lame.”

Beauteous redhead Lina nodded

“Agreed it is �" yet not without him being modded.

Sure couldn't be too hard.”

And so Lina, with her dextrous fingers

sewed back and forth all night

While Zeb removing dirt that lingers

Added new paint and varnish �" what a sight!

When everything was finished, how great the pride

Gladly setting tools aside

Here he was �" Nom the Dwarve

Fully clad in battle armor

Even had a reddish scarf

Lina shook her head - “Oh what a charmer!”

The following days the fun began

As was the liking of TRPG players

Starting with Clan McMegan

Opposing the Orcish Slayers

Clashing armies on the fields

Dices thrown to shatter shields

Every move a play of chess

No space for futile lucky guess

Archers to the rear

Supported by our bards

Who entirely void of fear

Put their trust in mugs of beer

Keep the healers out of range

The battle's tide about to change

Skirmishers �" to the flanks!

Try to open up their ranks

While Nom was with the tanks

His axe was never bested

Though enemies molested

On a battleground conjested

In the end

Commander Zeb, Lina and their friend

Knew well their part to fend

And down he went, the evil fiend

As a storm of flying arrows

Piercing deeply into marrow

To send the Slayers to the worms

“Victory �" Clan McMegan wins!”

The referee confirms

Blurting through his double chins.

And so it went on and on

A hundred times

Ringing were the victory chimes

The opposition was all gone

Nom the Dwarve

Though lost between the worlds

Morning dew his fake eyes impearls

Nom the Dwarve

With hands so strong

What could have gone wrong?

Nom the Dwarve

Rebuilt his home

Inside the little dome

Which was his sturdy resin head

Weighing him down heavier than lead

And in the game

His hardy spirit there

Whilst gaining fame

Barely being just aware

He felt his former Dwarven self

If he could only express himself

Locked up in a plastic body

Oh how shoddy!

Lina, as a White Witch

In wisdom and in senses rich

Felt their winnings no mere luck

“Something might have gotten stuck”

She said to Zeb who seriously nodded

Carrying Nom, home they trodded

“Don't worry, Nom our friend.

This is something we will mend.

Rest assured and greet your people.

Just climb high in your mind's steeple”

And so again they checked his looks

Worked through a myriad tomes and slates, consulting books

Of a world of magnets and miracles

Finally help was found in eldest chronicles

A plan was made in midnight's shade

Of elaborate design

Which included rays of silvery moonshine

On midsummer's night

The time was right

Lit was every candle

Friends spending a moment with Nom to dandle

“Listen Nom, time to feel the joy.

Over your torment of being a toy.

Just one more thing

Uno momento

Please take this memento

Symbol of friendship

A ring bound to a string

Forgotten all hardship

Needless to fret

We're happy we met!”

Then the hexes were set

The spells all were written

Now or never �" this was the bet

Swaying the magical mitten

An incantation was chanted

A seed of magicka was planted

Spirit and matter becoming one

The figure once Nom losing cohesion

The curse was undone!

Tiny blue glow worms kept rising

Mingling with moonlight

Zeb and Lina surmising

Nom was on his journey back home

May your mind now freely roam

Waving their hands towards heaven

They stood there until seven

All of a sudden

Huffing and puffing

With tears in his eyes

Crying in deep understanding

Around him the world of his ken

“Dwerfenheim �" I am back home!

Oh, had I been alone...”

He ran through the street

Having no boots on his feet

The halls of stone he was kissing

“How have I gone missing?”

Had it been a dream

Induced by spoiled cream?

Or a bottle of mead

Combined with some weed?

His Dwarven friends smiling at him

Calling him hazy

Perhaps even crazy

But it didn't matter

It was all for the better

May they even think he was dim

Yet upon hugging his beloved wife

In mind and heart being with her all his life

His chest felt a cool metallic sting

“This thing, that bling �" the ring!”

It'd been all real

He had that feel

As gratefulness swayed through his heart

He thought about his very part

His new found friends, his art

“Ain't there any way to get them here?

Not that I would know, I fear...”

Teary eyed �" yet resolute

He grabbed his tools

His plan was absolute

Might it appear as a work of fools

Oh brother!

He did not bother

Why should he care

His intentions noble and fair

He ran into the Hall of Thousand Pillars

Huge, spacy enough for extra fillers

Where, like a manic madman

He set out on a titanic likewise iconic plan

Four weeks of intense work

His neighbors calling it a quirk

But finally it was done

A piece of art, nobody would ever shun

The likenesses of friends

The kind one readily defends

Twenty feet in measure

Oh what a pious treasure!

From tip to toe

Covered in gold and jewel

Resembling the delightful glow

He'd seen in them whilst being in woe

Lord Zeb and Lady Lina �" what a show!

Exhausted, slumping to the ground

The task completed so profound

Yet one remained

If more was to be gained

Steps from behind

Just the ones Nom had tried to find

“Good it is you �" The Striders!”

Says the boy in white:

“You in need of our service?”

Nom nodded feeling right:

“Lord Zeb and Lady Lina �" two outworlders.”

Says the girl in black:

“I hope you know our price?”

“Yes my friends, I think I got the knack.

Those two ought to be my guests.

Hearts of gold beating in their chests.

Mariko and Jet, Striders of the best

If you find Zeb and Lina I'd be truly blessed.”

Young man and woman turned around.

“No worries, we'll find them safe and sound.”

Nom the Dwarve nodded and smiled

“Chasing through the universe �" how wild!

But with a friendly couple at your side, it's rather mild!”