cassie5squared

Disclaimer: I do not own Forgotten Realms or any canonical characters or locations that may be mentioned. They are the property of Wizards of the Coast. All OCs are mine.

Author's notes: Thanks to lady_rilwen and lycaenion as ever, for their encouragement and help.

The previous chapters may be found here: Prologue
Chapter One
( When ranger Tarl Felfaer's wife is killed by gnolls, he takes their infant son Rydel to be fostered in safety in Everlund. Sixteen years later, Rydel begins to feel drawn to the forests in which he was born. What adventures lie ahead for this eager young man? )

Disclaimer: I do not own Forgotten Realms or any canonical characters or locations that may be mentioned. They are the property of Wizards of the Coast. All OCs are mine.

Author's notes: This story is mostly the result of playing around with making D&D character sheets, and then having the characters take off and start on their own adventures in my head. Therefore it is OC-driven, and I apologise to anyone expecting otherwise. However, I don't intend for my characters to go around outdoing all the canonical characters; I'm just looking to create a tale of my own, that shows something of what ordinary people can be caught up in while the heroes are elsewhere.

Many, many thanks to my friend lady_rilwen, who is always a source of encouragement when I'm struggling with my writing and whose help and advice I couldn't manage without; and also to lycaenion, whose enjoyment of the story helped persuade me to begin sharing it with others.

( When ranger Tarl Felfaer's wife is killed by gnolls, he takes their infant son Rydel to be fostered in safety in Everlund. Sixteen years later, Rydel begins to feel drawn to the forests in which he was born. What adventures lie ahead for this eager young man? )

This was inspired by a dream and an old chat with lady_rilwen, about the idea of Feanor taking his sons hiking in Valinor. It's just a little bit of cracky fun.

Fandom: Silmarillion
Genre: Crack
Disclaimer: The Silmarillion is Tolkien's, not mine.


"But Dad -"

"Oh, come on, Curufinwë, you can't be tired already, we've only been going four hours! And just look at what we've found!" Fëanor held up the bag he'd brought along, which had been slowly filling up with rather interestingly patterned rocks and gemstones. "When I was your age..."

The boys sighed as he launched into yet another tale of his childhood exploits. After a few moments, however, there were stifled giggles as Maitimo, who was standing out of their father's line of sight, began comically mimicking his every word and action.

"What's so funny?" Fëanor turned round and came face to face with his eldest son, whose expression was suddenly one of absolute innocence.

"Nothing, Father," he said earnestly, despite his brothers' desperate attempts to stop laughing. Feanor appeared to accept this explanation.

"All right. Come on then, just over the next hill there are some beautiful diamond mines..." The High Prince of the Noldor was deaf to his sons' complaints as they set off again.

"How did Macalaurë get out of this, anyway?" grumbled Tyelkormo quietly.

"Mother said he had to stay behind for being cheeky to Lord Tulkas in that song he performed yesterday, remember?" Maitimo replied over his shoulder.

They all considered this, then chorused, "Lucky."