Where will I stand tomorrow?

"Gnome! What on earth are you doing?"
The Height of Trolls- or the One Troll from the Seventh Troll League- paused whilst fiddling with his jacket button and looked at the scene before him in puzzlement.
"It's nothing! Not a thing !" cried the Gnome as he flurried about the dozen or so thick stumps in the forest clearing. He appeared to have fashioned one of the smaller stumps into a hat.
"Are you wearing a stump hat?" asked the Height of Trolls, forgetting his buttons altogether so his jacket flapped open in the breeze, displaying numerous unsightly stomach hairs. This was not a pleasant vision.
"Of course not!" the Gnome stopped at the largest stump in the clearing and took a few deep breaths.
"You know," said the Height of Trolls, "You shouldn't be worrying about these mere tree spirits when th-"
"Tree spirits!" spluttered the Gnome. His reddish-orange hair stuck out at weird angles and even though his eyes looked extremely bloodshot, his insulted glare was sturdy and almost painful to witness. The Height of Trolls certainly turned his privates discreetly out of view.
"These are homes! Sacred sites and memories! These are lives."
The Height of Trolls nodded, growing weary of such a topic, "Of course, of course, it's quite alright. Now, do tell me how you made that hat."
"Hat?" the Gnome shook himself, "This isn't a hat-"
"Beg your pardon, do," the Height of Trolls inclined his head a little, "I can s-"
"I've forgotten your name," interrupted the Gnome tersely. "What is it?"
The Height of Trolls blinked, "Barry."
"Oh I see."
And there was a long pause, probably to ponder about such a name for the highest of Trolls in the Seventh Troll League and consider alternatives, such as Club or Stonehenge or even Herds the Horrible. Barry flexed his thick, hairy, greenish arms and the Gnome stared at the ground frowning.
"Barry the Height of Trolls..." the Gnome said vaguely, glancing up only to catch sight of the chest hairs blowing in the breeze. He turned hastily and hit a stump.
"And why is it 'height of trolls'?" he exclaimed, rubbing his knee, "Just answer me that!"
"Dear Gnome, brash and fearless Gnome, am I not the tallest troll in the land?"
The Gnome let out a grumble, "How would I know?"
Barry stopped expanding his chest and the dazzling grin fell from his face. "How would you know?"  he repeated, almost in a rasping, horrified tone, rather like one would use on finding out their Beef and Kidney pie had only cooked around the edges leaving the middle frozen and gloopy.
"Yes, exactly!" the Gnome started limping to the stump at the very back, "How would I ever know? You are the only Troll I ever see, and good riddance for that!"
"How would you know?" Barry stared unseeing into the forest. He felt something fall out of place. He wondered how he had suddenly become unsure of how brilliant he was and why his height had become a question.
"Yes! Am I to repeat myself until morning light?" the Gnome turned to retort with passion but found Barry the Height of Trolls frozen to the spot, one arm in mid-flex and a droopy smile akin to how most of the forest flowers looked these days. The Gnome yanked up his boxers in a huff. "Come on then!"
Barry glanced at the Gnome with wide, yellow eyes. "To where?"
The Gnome grunted again and picked up his finest walking stick, which was alarmingly leafy and much too tall for walking long distances, "To measure!"
Barry's arm fell. "Grand!"
"Mmm."
And the pair set off on their adventure to lands unknown. Barry looked down at the Gnome stumping along beside him, "Tell me, rather, what is your name?"
The Gnome cleared his throat in an offhand gesture. "Barry."
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