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Have Your Cake Part V
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somarielQuests (2395 words) by Somariel
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Catti-brie (Dungeons & Dragons), Bruenor Battlehammer
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ensemble Cast
Series: Part 5 of Have Your Cake, Part 17 of A Crossing of the Realms
Summary:
There are no specific fics that inspired this one, but Drizzt's first meeting with Catti-brie does borrow heavily fromsenmut's fic "Walking His Former Path".
And this fic does assume familiarity with the previous fics in the "Have Your Cake" series
Given the ranging opportunities the Frost Hills offered, Drizzt had remained at Spirit Sanctuary for a few more years after the curse broke, until Zanna was a little older, sturdier, and more able to be separated from either of her parents.
But once Zanna had turned three, Drizzt had found himself becoming restless over remaining there, so a month and a half after her third birthday, the two of them had taken up residence in Silverymoon, with Drizzt contracting with the city as a weapons instructor for the Knights in Silver, and a ranger on call for them as needed.
Initially, arrangements for Zanna's care when Drizzt was out of the city, and Samiar could not take her, had been made with a married pair of Spellguards who had children of their own.
But when Niska Bentleaf had approached Drizzt about working with her to create a lexicon for Drow, she had had her heart stolen by Zanna, and soon enough, her schedule and Drizzt's were arranged to allow Zanna to stay with her whenever possible.
And that was how things continued, until Zanna was five and a half.
1351 DR, mid-spring
A ranger's dreams were never something to ignore, so when Drizzt had started dreaming of snow-covered mountains and cliffs of ice, accompanied by a pull to the northwest, he had made arrangements to suspend his teaching duties and on-call status with the Knights in Silver, brought Zanna to Samiar with an explanation of what was going on, and headed up to Icewind Dale.
Rather than try and find a place in the towns, he had chosen to search for a cave on Kelvin's Cairn, and soon enough, he had found one large enough to make a living space for both him and Lothalninil.
A few days after he had found the cave, Drizzt was brushing out Lothalninil's coat when an adolescent human girl crested the ridge near where the cave sat.
"Please don't be alarmed," he called to her, and he knew she'd only seen Lothalninil at first, from the tension that shot through her. "I am a ranger, shocking as that may seem to you, and this is my friend Lothalninil. My name is Drizzt Do'Urden."
The girl didn't run, but she didn't come any closer, either. Lothalninil snorted, tossing her head, making her forelock flip in the air.
"What be ye, and the not-horse?"
Lothalninil whickered with dismay at being named anything close to a horse, and Drizzt soothed her down before he put the currying tools aside and came to the other side of his friend to be seen more fully.
"I am a drow, a dark elf, but one who has forsaken the evils of most of that people. Lothalninil is a pegasus, and she is as intelligent, more at times, as any speaking being."
The noise said 'decidedly so' from his friend, and the girl wound up grinning, able to sense that much from the sound and posture.
"Why are ye here, then? Ne'er been a ranger that stayed, and the hunters said they been seein' light up here a few days now."
"My Lady Mielikki has drawn me up here to find something that is a threat to the wilds and their natural ways."
The girl tilted her head thoughtfully. "How'd ye know this was where She wanted ye tae come?"
"I was having dreams of snow-covered mountains and cliffs of ice, and the pull of a threat in need of dealing with that my Lady guides me with led me in this direction."
The girl frowned for a moment after he answered, then shook her head. "If'n that's good enow fer ye, I'm nae goin' tae argue."
Then a bright smile crossed her face, and she asked, "C'n I come and visit ye an' yer friend sometimes?"
"If your family has no objections to you spending time with a stranger, young one, then yes, you may."
The girl flushed, as she realized she'd had his name, but not given hers. "Catti-brie, and I'll ask me da. He'll prob'ly want tae meet ye afore he says aye or nay."
"Then I will look forward to meeting him."
The meeting with Catti-brie's father—a dwarf, which Drizzt had not expected despite recognizing her accent as being the same as that of Spirit Sanctuary's dwarves—had happened the next day, and it had gone well enough, largely thanks to Lothalninil's presence, that Drizzt's promise to treat Catti-brie as he would Zanna had been sufficient for Bruenor to agree that the girl could come visit him and Lothalninil as she felt like it.
With that matter settled, Drizzt had returned to the task of outfitting the cave as an actual residence, and just a week and a half later, he had it to the point where he was ready to use his sending stone to ask Samiar to bring Zanna up for a visit and a discussion of—now that Drizzt had a proper home set up—whether she would remain with Sam, or stay in Icewind Dale with him.
Catti-brie hurried up the Cairn towards the ranger's cave, eager to see him and Lothalninil again, and not wanting to risk missing them like she had that morning.
She was so eager, in fact, that it was not until after she had greeted Lothalninil that she noticed that there was someone other than Drizzt in the cave.
But before she could do more than shuffle her feet nervously, a young voice spoke up from the other side of the golden-skinned elf sitting on the couch Drizzt had made.
"Papa, who's this?" And then a child of about five, with skin not quite as dark as Drizzt's, hair not quite as light, and the same pointed ears as Drizzt and the strange elf, stuck her head out where Catti could see it.
"Zanna, this is Catti-brie," Drizzt said, looking straight at the little girl. "Her father is the leader of the dwarves that live in the cleft below this mountain."
Then he turned towards Catti, and said, "Catti-brie, this is my daughter, Zanna Do'Urden, and her other parent, Samiar Ravarel."
"Hi," Zanna chirped. "Lothalninil likes you, so I do too. Friends?"
"Pleased tae meet ye, Zanna," Catti-brie replied. "And if'n yer Papas are okay wi' it, I'd love tae be yer friend."
Samiar threw a look at Drizzt, and after a silent conversation held in facial movements and tilts of the head, Drizzt smiled. "It's fine with both of us."
Turning his attention back to Zanna, he continued, "However, Daddy and I do need to finish our conversation. Would you like to show Catti-brie how to groom Lothalninil?"
"Yes!" Zanna hopped off the couch, and hurried over to Catti-brie.
And as she pulled the older girl towards where Drizzt stored the currying tools, chattering away about Papa and Daddy and Cousin Ellie and Auntie Vehna and Grampa and Nana, Samiar looked after her with a soft smile.
"I think our daughter just answered our question for us," he said.
"Agreed," Drizzt replied.
When Bruenor had decided to offer Drizzt assistance from some of his people to improve the path up to the ranger's cave, he hadn't expected anything else to come of it other than the ranger getting a chance to prove himself to those of the clan who were still doubtful of him.
Which was why he couldn't keep his jaw from dropping when, upon being introduced to Grollo as the lead for the project, Drizzt had studied his face carefully, then asked, "Would you happen to be related to a Micken Hamur?"
Snapping his jaw shut with an effort of will, Bruenor looked at Grollo, who was staring at Drizzt in shock, and said, "Go find Auntie Eldeth, me kinsman, an' bring her tae me office. We need her knowledge o' the bloodlines."
Grollo shook himself out of his stupor at that, and nodded. "Aye, Chief, I will." And then he hurried off to do as bidden.
It didn't take long for Bruenor to bring Drizzt to his office, and Grollo arrived with Auntie Eldeth shortly thereafter, so once they were all seated, Bruenor told his aunt what Drizzt had asked Grollo.
"Was there a Micken Hamur, Auntie?"
"Aye," Auntie said, after a long moment of startled silence. "Naught but a babe of a few months, but aye, there was."
Bruenor let out a gusty sigh, then turned to Drizzt. "Sae how'd ye come tae know Micken?"
"He's one of several dwarves living in the settlement in the Frost Hills that my sister leads.
"Though only two others are survivors of whatever drove injured, elderly, and young out of their home so close to winter, with the remaining five being the survivors' spouses and children."
Bruenor could see both Auntie and Grollo shifting uncomfortably at the idea that a drow settlement might be so close to their lost Hall, and chose to preempt any hasty words from them.
"This sister o' yers is the Auntie Vehna yer lass talks about, then?"
"She is," Drizzt replied. "My sister Vierna, who has been a priestess of Eilistraee for almost two and a half centuries, and First Sister of Spirit Sanctuary for nearly as long."
"D'ye know if'n they c'n remember any more about where the Hall actually is than we can?" Auntie asked.
"They can't, but other information indicates that it is most likely somewhere in the Frost Hills."
"Aye?" Bruenor couldn't help the hopeful tone of his voice as he spoke.
"Spirit Sanctuary's scouts found the survivors between the Frost Hills and the River Surbrin to their east," Drizzt said, "and the ruins of Settlestone are not far west of Fourth Peak."
"Aye, that'd've been the trading point," Auntie agreed. "An' ye said the survivors yer sister's people found included injured and elderly, sae it's nae very likely they'd gotten far from whate'er exit they used."
Bruenor had been thinking carefully as Drizzt outlined why he believed the Hall was in the Frost Hills, and when Auntie had finished what she had to add, he spoke again.
"C'n ye get someone else tae come up here wi' a map showin' these places? Preferably someone who can back ye up on all this?"
Seeing a hint of hurt in Drizzt's expression, Bruenor explained, "It's nae that I donnae believe ye, but we've been wi'out any hope o' findin' the Hall again fer sae long, the more people who c'n repeat it, the better."
"Ah," Drizzt said. "I can understand that.
"And I can use my sending stone to ask Samiar to pass along your request to his cousin's sons—one of whom is a semi-regular visitor at Spirit Sanctuary."
"Aye, that'd do nicely."
In addition to a map with the relevant locations marked, Thyl had also brought both Micken himself, and news of further survivors, who had been taken to Felbarr and Adbar by his older brothers.
And when he returned south with Micken, he carried the news that Bruenor's portion of the clan would be returning to the Silver Marches the following year.
Given the close friendship that had sprung up between Zanna and Catti-brie, Bruenor's decision to return south had generated a strong desire in Drizzt to find whatever had drawn him up to Icewind Dale in time for him and Zanna to join the clan's migration.
But while he had mentioned that desire to Thyl, he had still not expected two other Tall Ones to arrive just a few days later, well equipped to help him conduct a concentrated search.
Despite his surprise, however, he was quite pleased to accept their help, and after settling Zanna under Catti-brie's care, the three of them headed for the Spine, Drizzt on Lothalninil and the Tall Ones on phantom steeds.
That began a regular rotation of Tall Ones coming up to assist with his search, and a bit more than two months later, just a week after the Midsummer festival, the artifact was located.
And once it had been delivered to Elminster for safekeeping until a method of destruction could be determined, Drizzt turned his efforts towards gathering and preserving food for the coming migration, both hunting and fishing for the clan's benefit, and harvesting and drying grasses to supplement whatever grazing Lothalninil might manage on the journey.
1352 DR
The Icewind Dale contingent of Clan Battlehammer, accompanied by Drizzt, Zanna, and Lothalninil, began their trek south as soon as they were certain that the passes in the Throat were clear enough to handle their caravan.
A stop in Mirabar to pick up a guide with knowledge of the lands between the Lurkwood and the Surbrin Hills saw them joined by one Foveni Drakebow, and by the time summer began, they had reached Settlestone, and joined in on the work of restoring it to habitability that had been begun the previous year by the clan members in the Silver Marches.
Bruenor had met with Vierna fairly soon after his portion of the clan had arrived, but for the most part, his initial focus was on fixing up Settlestone.
Once he was satisfied that the work was coming along well enough that it would be fully habitable by the time winter set in, however, he arranged for a meeting with Drizzt and the survivors from Spirit Sanctuary, to work on narrowing down the exact location of the Hall and probable entrances.
Keeper's Dale, and the hidden door within it, was found less than a month later, and after Bruenor had made Drizzt known as an ally to his father and grandfather's dying curse, the ranger scouted the Hall for him, to learn exactly what it was that had driven the clan from their home.
Drizzt's return, with his skin near ashen in color, bearing word of the shadow dragon and its duergar minions, set off a significant hubbub, and while he recovered in the Sacred Glade in Silverymoon, Bruenor negotiated with Alustriel for wizards to deal with the dragon, and put out a call to the Citadels for fighters to aid in defeating the duergar.
However, it was well into fall by the time all arrangements had been made, so the decision was made to postpone the campaign until the following year.
And in the spring of 1353 DR, Mithral Hall was reclaimed, and Bruenor Battlehammer was crowned as its eighth king.
Part I|Part II|Part III|Part IV|Part V|Part VI
*Links will work as fics are revealed
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Catti-brie (Dungeons & Dragons), Bruenor Battlehammer
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ensemble Cast
Series: Part 5 of Have Your Cake, Part 17 of A Crossing of the Realms
Summary:
While Drizzt is undertaking a ranger's quest, paths converge in such a way as to result in him providing the catalyst for an entirely different quest.
Beginning notes
There are no specific fics that inspired this one, but Drizzt's first meeting with Catti-brie does borrow heavily from
senmut's fic "Walking His Former Path".And this fic does assume familiarity with the previous fics in the "Have Your Cake" series
Quests
Given the ranging opportunities the Frost Hills offered, Drizzt had remained at Spirit Sanctuary for a few more years after the curse broke, until Zanna was a little older, sturdier, and more able to be separated from either of her parents.
But once Zanna had turned three, Drizzt had found himself becoming restless over remaining there, so a month and a half after her third birthday, the two of them had taken up residence in Silverymoon, with Drizzt contracting with the city as a weapons instructor for the Knights in Silver, and a ranger on call for them as needed.
Initially, arrangements for Zanna's care when Drizzt was out of the city, and Samiar could not take her, had been made with a married pair of Spellguards who had children of their own.
But when Niska Bentleaf had approached Drizzt about working with her to create a lexicon for Drow, she had had her heart stolen by Zanna, and soon enough, her schedule and Drizzt's were arranged to allow Zanna to stay with her whenever possible.
And that was how things continued, until Zanna was five and a half.
1351 DR, mid-spring
A ranger's dreams were never something to ignore, so when Drizzt had started dreaming of snow-covered mountains and cliffs of ice, accompanied by a pull to the northwest, he had made arrangements to suspend his teaching duties and on-call status with the Knights in Silver, brought Zanna to Samiar with an explanation of what was going on, and headed up to Icewind Dale.
Rather than try and find a place in the towns, he had chosen to search for a cave on Kelvin's Cairn, and soon enough, he had found one large enough to make a living space for both him and Lothalninil.
A few days after he had found the cave, Drizzt was brushing out Lothalninil's coat when an adolescent human girl crested the ridge near where the cave sat.
"Please don't be alarmed," he called to her, and he knew she'd only seen Lothalninil at first, from the tension that shot through her. "I am a ranger, shocking as that may seem to you, and this is my friend Lothalninil. My name is Drizzt Do'Urden."
The girl didn't run, but she didn't come any closer, either. Lothalninil snorted, tossing her head, making her forelock flip in the air.
"What be ye, and the not-horse?"
Lothalninil whickered with dismay at being named anything close to a horse, and Drizzt soothed her down before he put the currying tools aside and came to the other side of his friend to be seen more fully.
"I am a drow, a dark elf, but one who has forsaken the evils of most of that people. Lothalninil is a pegasus, and she is as intelligent, more at times, as any speaking being."
The noise said 'decidedly so' from his friend, and the girl wound up grinning, able to sense that much from the sound and posture.
"Why are ye here, then? Ne'er been a ranger that stayed, and the hunters said they been seein' light up here a few days now."
"My Lady Mielikki has drawn me up here to find something that is a threat to the wilds and their natural ways."
The girl tilted her head thoughtfully. "How'd ye know this was where She wanted ye tae come?"
"I was having dreams of snow-covered mountains and cliffs of ice, and the pull of a threat in need of dealing with that my Lady guides me with led me in this direction."
The girl frowned for a moment after he answered, then shook her head. "If'n that's good enow fer ye, I'm nae goin' tae argue."
Then a bright smile crossed her face, and she asked, "C'n I come and visit ye an' yer friend sometimes?"
"If your family has no objections to you spending time with a stranger, young one, then yes, you may."
The girl flushed, as she realized she'd had his name, but not given hers. "Catti-brie, and I'll ask me da. He'll prob'ly want tae meet ye afore he says aye or nay."
"Then I will look forward to meeting him."
The meeting with Catti-brie's father—a dwarf, which Drizzt had not expected despite recognizing her accent as being the same as that of Spirit Sanctuary's dwarves—had happened the next day, and it had gone well enough, largely thanks to Lothalninil's presence, that Drizzt's promise to treat Catti-brie as he would Zanna had been sufficient for Bruenor to agree that the girl could come visit him and Lothalninil as she felt like it.
With that matter settled, Drizzt had returned to the task of outfitting the cave as an actual residence, and just a week and a half later, he had it to the point where he was ready to use his sending stone to ask Samiar to bring Zanna up for a visit and a discussion of—now that Drizzt had a proper home set up—whether she would remain with Sam, or stay in Icewind Dale with him.
Catti-brie hurried up the Cairn towards the ranger's cave, eager to see him and Lothalninil again, and not wanting to risk missing them like she had that morning.
She was so eager, in fact, that it was not until after she had greeted Lothalninil that she noticed that there was someone other than Drizzt in the cave.
But before she could do more than shuffle her feet nervously, a young voice spoke up from the other side of the golden-skinned elf sitting on the couch Drizzt had made.
"Papa, who's this?" And then a child of about five, with skin not quite as dark as Drizzt's, hair not quite as light, and the same pointed ears as Drizzt and the strange elf, stuck her head out where Catti could see it.
"Zanna, this is Catti-brie," Drizzt said, looking straight at the little girl. "Her father is the leader of the dwarves that live in the cleft below this mountain."
Then he turned towards Catti, and said, "Catti-brie, this is my daughter, Zanna Do'Urden, and her other parent, Samiar Ravarel."
"Hi," Zanna chirped. "Lothalninil likes you, so I do too. Friends?"
"Pleased tae meet ye, Zanna," Catti-brie replied. "And if'n yer Papas are okay wi' it, I'd love tae be yer friend."
Samiar threw a look at Drizzt, and after a silent conversation held in facial movements and tilts of the head, Drizzt smiled. "It's fine with both of us."
Turning his attention back to Zanna, he continued, "However, Daddy and I do need to finish our conversation. Would you like to show Catti-brie how to groom Lothalninil?"
"Yes!" Zanna hopped off the couch, and hurried over to Catti-brie.
And as she pulled the older girl towards where Drizzt stored the currying tools, chattering away about Papa and Daddy and Cousin Ellie and Auntie Vehna and Grampa and Nana, Samiar looked after her with a soft smile.
"I think our daughter just answered our question for us," he said.
"Agreed," Drizzt replied.
When Bruenor had decided to offer Drizzt assistance from some of his people to improve the path up to the ranger's cave, he hadn't expected anything else to come of it other than the ranger getting a chance to prove himself to those of the clan who were still doubtful of him.
Which was why he couldn't keep his jaw from dropping when, upon being introduced to Grollo as the lead for the project, Drizzt had studied his face carefully, then asked, "Would you happen to be related to a Micken Hamur?"
Snapping his jaw shut with an effort of will, Bruenor looked at Grollo, who was staring at Drizzt in shock, and said, "Go find Auntie Eldeth, me kinsman, an' bring her tae me office. We need her knowledge o' the bloodlines."
Grollo shook himself out of his stupor at that, and nodded. "Aye, Chief, I will." And then he hurried off to do as bidden.
It didn't take long for Bruenor to bring Drizzt to his office, and Grollo arrived with Auntie Eldeth shortly thereafter, so once they were all seated, Bruenor told his aunt what Drizzt had asked Grollo.
"Was there a Micken Hamur, Auntie?"
"Aye," Auntie said, after a long moment of startled silence. "Naught but a babe of a few months, but aye, there was."
Bruenor let out a gusty sigh, then turned to Drizzt. "Sae how'd ye come tae know Micken?"
"He's one of several dwarves living in the settlement in the Frost Hills that my sister leads.
"Though only two others are survivors of whatever drove injured, elderly, and young out of their home so close to winter, with the remaining five being the survivors' spouses and children."
Bruenor could see both Auntie and Grollo shifting uncomfortably at the idea that a drow settlement might be so close to their lost Hall, and chose to preempt any hasty words from them.
"This sister o' yers is the Auntie Vehna yer lass talks about, then?"
"She is," Drizzt replied. "My sister Vierna, who has been a priestess of Eilistraee for almost two and a half centuries, and First Sister of Spirit Sanctuary for nearly as long."
"D'ye know if'n they c'n remember any more about where the Hall actually is than we can?" Auntie asked.
"They can't, but other information indicates that it is most likely somewhere in the Frost Hills."
"Aye?" Bruenor couldn't help the hopeful tone of his voice as he spoke.
"Spirit Sanctuary's scouts found the survivors between the Frost Hills and the River Surbrin to their east," Drizzt said, "and the ruins of Settlestone are not far west of Fourth Peak."
"Aye, that'd've been the trading point," Auntie agreed. "An' ye said the survivors yer sister's people found included injured and elderly, sae it's nae very likely they'd gotten far from whate'er exit they used."
Bruenor had been thinking carefully as Drizzt outlined why he believed the Hall was in the Frost Hills, and when Auntie had finished what she had to add, he spoke again.
"C'n ye get someone else tae come up here wi' a map showin' these places? Preferably someone who can back ye up on all this?"
Seeing a hint of hurt in Drizzt's expression, Bruenor explained, "It's nae that I donnae believe ye, but we've been wi'out any hope o' findin' the Hall again fer sae long, the more people who c'n repeat it, the better."
"Ah," Drizzt said. "I can understand that.
"And I can use my sending stone to ask Samiar to pass along your request to his cousin's sons—one of whom is a semi-regular visitor at Spirit Sanctuary."
"Aye, that'd do nicely."
In addition to a map with the relevant locations marked, Thyl had also brought both Micken himself, and news of further survivors, who had been taken to Felbarr and Adbar by his older brothers.
And when he returned south with Micken, he carried the news that Bruenor's portion of the clan would be returning to the Silver Marches the following year.
Given the close friendship that had sprung up between Zanna and Catti-brie, Bruenor's decision to return south had generated a strong desire in Drizzt to find whatever had drawn him up to Icewind Dale in time for him and Zanna to join the clan's migration.
But while he had mentioned that desire to Thyl, he had still not expected two other Tall Ones to arrive just a few days later, well equipped to help him conduct a concentrated search.
Despite his surprise, however, he was quite pleased to accept their help, and after settling Zanna under Catti-brie's care, the three of them headed for the Spine, Drizzt on Lothalninil and the Tall Ones on phantom steeds.
That began a regular rotation of Tall Ones coming up to assist with his search, and a bit more than two months later, just a week after the Midsummer festival, the artifact was located.
And once it had been delivered to Elminster for safekeeping until a method of destruction could be determined, Drizzt turned his efforts towards gathering and preserving food for the coming migration, both hunting and fishing for the clan's benefit, and harvesting and drying grasses to supplement whatever grazing Lothalninil might manage on the journey.
1352 DR
The Icewind Dale contingent of Clan Battlehammer, accompanied by Drizzt, Zanna, and Lothalninil, began their trek south as soon as they were certain that the passes in the Throat were clear enough to handle their caravan.
A stop in Mirabar to pick up a guide with knowledge of the lands between the Lurkwood and the Surbrin Hills saw them joined by one Foveni Drakebow, and by the time summer began, they had reached Settlestone, and joined in on the work of restoring it to habitability that had been begun the previous year by the clan members in the Silver Marches.
Bruenor had met with Vierna fairly soon after his portion of the clan had arrived, but for the most part, his initial focus was on fixing up Settlestone.
Once he was satisfied that the work was coming along well enough that it would be fully habitable by the time winter set in, however, he arranged for a meeting with Drizzt and the survivors from Spirit Sanctuary, to work on narrowing down the exact location of the Hall and probable entrances.
Keeper's Dale, and the hidden door within it, was found less than a month later, and after Bruenor had made Drizzt known as an ally to his father and grandfather's dying curse, the ranger scouted the Hall for him, to learn exactly what it was that had driven the clan from their home.
Drizzt's return, with his skin near ashen in color, bearing word of the shadow dragon and its duergar minions, set off a significant hubbub, and while he recovered in the Sacred Glade in Silverymoon, Bruenor negotiated with Alustriel for wizards to deal with the dragon, and put out a call to the Citadels for fighters to aid in defeating the duergar.
However, it was well into fall by the time all arrangements had been made, so the decision was made to postpone the campaign until the following year.
And in the spring of 1353 DR, Mithral Hall was reclaimed, and Bruenor Battlehammer was crowned as its eighth king.
Part I|Part II|Part III|Part IV|Part V|Part VI
*Links will work as fics are revealed
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