It is time to bide farewell to Finrod and his loyal band. Nargothrond undergoes a whole load of unhappy circumstances that is just the start of more troubles to come.

All the snippets here are happening at the same time, possibly within a few days at most.

That Quest

Year 465

Finrod

I knew Ada's ring will return to bite me in the ass, well, not literally, but I suppose we all get the point. Barahir's son – fine, strapping lad – just rolled up on our doorstep seeking my aid. He's on some mad quest to win the approval of Uncle Thingol and wed his little girl. I can see the attraction for her. Nice, firm ass and muscular thighs. And those yummy abs… I can picture loads of naughty things I will like to do to Beren. Still, lad's way out of his league with Luthien. Well, why couldn't you lovebirds just keep it to secret trysts in the woods? If he's so keen on an elf-wife, I would have tossed fair Finduilas his way save she is already spoken for with Guilin's son. It will not do to evict him with all due discourtesy, like Curufin suggested.

I wonder if I can get him alone in the baths, or better my bed, without coming across as a pervert… Maybe I should broach the question after this quest as an excuse to educate him in bedroom matters before the wedding. I am sure Cousin Luthien would not mind sharing her Beren. Better put on a fine show to impress the lad and really bowl him over.

Edrahil

Argh! My liege's common sense just leapt into the river (as usual) when he clapped his eyes on a handsome face paired with a pert ass. Then those Feanorion pests had to start a near-revolt in Council. If it is a toss between babysitting regent Orodreth, keeping him away from Feanorion knives and venturing on some dangerous quest, I think I have much better chances with King Finrod. I mean, he does have some real powerful Songs at his disposal. Orodreth will just have to shift for himself. Perhaps Tyelpe can rein in his father and uncle.

Still, I do wish more brave elves came forward to support our liege in his mad quest.

Celegorm

You little sniveling thief! The Silmarils belong to my Atto! I will gut you like a catfish! I will feed your liver to the wolves! Why can't we just drown that Secondborn whelp in the river already? Snotty Thingol and his bitch-daughter can go to Angband for all we care!

Finrod, you traitor! How dare you? You cowardly, stinking king-in-a-hole. What about those fancy words you were spouting as we bounce your sweet ass about your royal bed, huh? I bet it will cause quite a scandal if your fancy lords know all the naughty games you get up to behind closed doors…

Curufin

Morgoth's balls! This is bad. I had to hold my brother off from throttling Finrod's guest before the entire Council. Next, our dear drama-queen cousin then threw a huge hissy fit and chucked his crown on the floor. That's 99.99 percent gold, moron! You'll dent it beyond even my repair! Our local village idiot gets named regent by default by the Council (hello folks, you have two examples of a certified genius' bloodline standing before you), just to allow time for Finrod's temper to cool down on that journey. Hopefully, he comes to his senses soon and leaves his pet mortal to the wolves. I am not too particular about whether anyone gets well screwed over en route. On the other hand, if he ends up hanging up on the walls of Angband as Morgoth's latest trophy… Well, well, there are some possibilities there… Orodreth is a real pushover…

Oi, Huan just piddled on my new boots. Bad dog!

Orodreth

Dear me, oh dear me… What am I to do with the crown? I have this feeling Celegorm and Curufin will kill me if something does happen to Uncle Finrod and I do become king. It was hard enough in Minas Tirith, even with my wife helping. How am I to run an entire city alone? Better let the steward hold on to it for now…

What, I must decide on this matter on Uncle Finrod's behalf now? I don't know anything about when to start planting potatoes or carrots! What in Mandos is asparagus? What if I get it wrong and Uncle gets mad at me for messing up?

Celebrimbor

Ai Valar! Everything just went to Mandos in a handbasket with the arrival of one scruffy mortal bearing a ring he inherited from his father. Nice Valinorean metalwork, I must admit. Could this be that infamous token of friendship Finrod gave some mortal chieftain? Our noble kinsman then decided his oath of friendship justifies a suicide mission…

Despite Ada's best efforts to dissuade everyone, ten poor fools (including Edrahil) volunteered thanks to the charisma of our kinsman. I almost volunteered too, but Uncle ordered Huan to sit on me, literally, until the band was well clear of Nargothrond. I am going out and as far as I can get from the throne room in the city. I want no part of this…

Gwindor

Returned from a routine border patrol to find the city in chaos. Our wise king has done a bunk and taken off with some scruffy specimen of the Secondborn. Must seriously have some looks on him (for a Man) to convince Finrod to drop his kingly duties without notice. Really wish he and his staff could have planned his vacation more considerately. Acting regent Orodreth being badgered by the Council to a near-meltdown. Hope sweet Finduilas Faelivrin is holding up well.

Met Tyelpe in the guardhouse. He reassured me that his father and uncle will step in to restore order until the regent feels better, but his tone was far from reassuring. He also added that they would not want the city falling to pieces just yet. I suspect I just missed a Feanorion coup and sincerely hope our king Finrod is alright. Better find my darling Faelivrin and lay low for a bit…

Finduilas

Darn, I was hoping to get that special book from Uncle Finrod before he left about fun things an ellon and an elleth can get up to with each other without causing elflings. He did suggest that we could do some exploring of our relationship even before the wedding. We can't ask Ada about that stuff now, can we?

Too bad Uncle was so irked by the Feanorions he took off in a huff. I wonder if he will mind us sneaking into his bedroom to have a look whether he left it on the nightstand. He did promise it to us after all. What was that title again? The Kama Sutra or A Guide to the Joys of Sex? Am I being too forward? I mean, Gwindor took forever to make my little pet name Faelivrin public. And he still refuses to let me call him Snookie-doodums when we are outside…

Author's Notes:

Loads of foreboding in the works. Being stuck in a dungeon with Beren is definitely not what Finrod had in mind for fun. I think Luthien will seriously object to Finrod putting his grubby paws on her man, don't you?

Am I moving things along too fast?