Oh yeah! and usually with a little assistance from his good buddy Eurmal.
"Gather roun' ankle biters, grandpa has another whopper for ya, just doncha tell gramma."
There was the time Orlanth had a head ache and Eurmal convinced him it was evil fire spirits from the sky that had got into his head and he would have to fight them, and the best way to do that was to bang his head against an oak tree (sacred to the missus doncha know) unttl all the little fire spirits had left. He would know he had been victorious when his head was surrounded by little stars. Well, mighty Orlanth kept up at all day and al night and all the next day and night. Half way through the next day (or was it night) he would have quit but his good buddy Euremal would not let him! Well, finally, Orlanth figgered there were enough stars about his head and sat down with a big harrumph.
"Well, that smarts," exclaimed the god as do we "an Orlanth All" still do in similar straights.
"Hey that one sucked, gramps!"
"Aw go suck a walktapus ya little sh<BEEP>ts, See yer already too smart fer yer dam britches!"
"GRAMMA!"