Fic: Tributary - Chapter 12

Tributary
Fandom: The Silmarillion, Hayao Miyazaki's Spirited Away
Rating: PG13/T
Warnings: Mild child abuse/child endangerment, underage employment
Relationships: Maedhros/Fingon (pre-relationship), Fëanor/Nerdanel (background), other minor background relationships
Characters:Fingon, Maedhros, Círdan, Fingolfin, Anairë, Turgon, Aredhel, Fëanor, Caranthir, Maglor, Celegorm, Ambarussa, Nerdanel, Curufin, Curufin's Wife, Thranduil, Thranduil's Wife, Hildifons Took, Isengar Took, Rog (Tolkien), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Genderqueer Character(s)
Word Count: 34,139
Summary: Tributary: noun; a river or stream flowing into a larger river or lake.

Moving to another town can be difficult, especially when you're just a kid. Leaving everything you know behind - friends, classmates, teachers, the nice guy at the ice cream shop who sometimes snuck you an extra scoop - is scary, even if you know the place you're moving to.

For Findecáno, son of Ñolofinwë and Anairë, brother of Turucáno and Írissë, it's going to be even harder.

Dropped into a dangerous and treacherous world of spirits and magic, he doesn't know which way to turn, or even who he can trust, but he has to keep his feet under him in order to stay ahead of the great Sorcerer and save his family.

Findecáno woke, startled, from a half-remembered dream of water and someone telling him something he once knew, but had forgotten. He glanced around sleepily, noting that everyone else was gone. The sun was still high in the sky, mid-afternoon, and Findecáno had gotten very good at telling, with all his afternoon jaunts to see his family. Where was everyone?

He got dressed, for lack of something better to do, and then wandered out to the little balcony, sleepily rubbing his eyes. Something glittered and flashed in the distance, and he rubbed his eyes again, straining to see. It resolved itself finally into a sunset-colored dragon, scales blazing scarlet and gold. The dragon was being chased by something dull-colored and large, bird-shaped. A stony-grey eagle? But it was spitting at the dragon, and Findecáno saw that not all of the projectiles were missing.( Read more... )