Fierce Training Legend

Once there was a trollslayer so superlative in his accomplishments that the number of trolls dwindled below a point at which he was forced to evaluate his career.
"I hear more complaints about ogres than trolls these days. I never learned much about soil or negotiations, so why shouldn't I learn to slay ogres instead?"
With that reasoning he sought great ogreslayers to learn the trade, but he learned there were none worthy of consideration in the region, a lack which explained the contemporary situation. Having ascertained that, he approached an arms instructor who was known to have seen an ogre once. The instructor began by asking, "What is your usual method for dispatching trolls?"
"I approach with my weapon ready, I concentrate my vigor, and I shout, this is my habit but not an immutable one, 'Die, troll!' I then lop off its savage head with my flashing brand."
"Very good." The instructor considered. "I suggest this change. Try, when the shouting period is reached, to substitute 'Die, ogre,' for your typical address."
After a few drills, both judged the technique worthy of a trial, which proved the merits thereof. Soon the number of ogres dwindled too, but by then the ogreslayer had purchased productive land.
Finis

The Laws of Dead and Living

Who carried the grumblings of the owners to the king, and what was done about it? Taums it was, the son of Aums, and he told the king this, that the men of the kingdom had become few in number, not enough to see the harvest done, the farmers feared.
King Hadwis was not deaf but heard it all, not slow to war either but swift in it. He mustered strong men, as many as there were, to march on the underground kingdom. Who led the center? He did, proud in his armor and hard to look upon. Who led the right? It was Count Hemma, unbending and wise in war, the king's brother by oath. Who led the left? Count Kyvring led it, whose hall and whose riches were the greatest any had, but he disdained comfort when foes enjoyed life.
The host seized the caves that were the porch of that realm and dared to go farther. Count Hemma slew men that had horns and were huge, Count Kyvring overcame giants that killed three men by stamping once, and more than one hound of manly size learned the king was too strong for them. The slaughter was great on both sides, but more on the one, and the country below became the king's.
Hadwis made all submit and left them afterward in ownership of their land but under his law that never again should the underground steal away living men from their landly toil but only the dead that both countries might thrive.
Finis

Addendum

Don't tell me people are worried about confusing oger with Ogier. Nobody cares about Ogier. I don't care if you read that one book.

A Communal Determination

Would it be all right to start spelling "ogre" as "oger?" Is there a copyright issue?