#findarato ingoldo

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Celegorm and his bros getting stuck on a hunting trip with Finrod after he came to visit and ditching him for laugh, only for him to rock up on their doorstep days later having discovered a whole new species is the biggest stitch-up.

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finrod and Maedhros in the halls or post embodiment talking about Sauron.

Not about the torture or the agony they went through, more like gossiping on how much of a peacock he was, strutting around and bragging about how beautiful he is.

If you came across them in the street you’d think they’re talking about one of those overdressed Tirion nobles, but then you hear “I preferred his torture to his speeches because dear Eru those were a whole new level of pain-“

“Heard all of two before being mauled. Definitely preferred the werewolf.”

Celebrimbor sometimes joins these sessions but he’s got the additional years of having known Annatar and it’s therapeutic to talk about how self absorbed he was to people who really understand. Safe to say Maedhros and Finrod sombrely commiserate the kid on dealing with that for centuries.

“How did you two become friends??”

“I think his vanity numbed my brain.”

“That’s fair.”

[thelien-art]

The Children of Arafinwë

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Now for Arafinwë and Eärwen, and their grand, and great grand, children!

HC:

Finrod: Finrod as the first born, and his father´s heir grew up vastly influenced by his Noldo heritage, and could often be found in the company of his grandfather, Turgon, or Celegorm and Curufin, who all, except Celegorm, was closely tied with their Noldor blood too, which in no way lessened his identity as a Noldo prince. As all of them were born close to each other (close to Y.T. 1300. Although closely tied with his Noldo side I also like to think he wore small pieces of other culture on him too, both from the Falmar and Vanya, but also from the Edain and dwarf he found and befriended in the first age too (labret and septum). I base his jewelry heavily on art nouveau, as it looks closely to how I see the Sinda and Noldo jewelry, influenced by each other, in the first age, and I like to think he always did his best to be up on the latest fashion, pairing it with a few statement pieces. It is said he had an unrest and eagerness in his youth, coming from his mother, so I think his curiosity and kindness helped a big part with making friends all over, as well as the fact that he stayed reverent towards the Valar, still having faith in them, and while he might not have spoken of his faith that much to everyone he meet, I am sure that it was felt all around him and made people seek him out for a glimpse of it. All in all I also think he had a very tight bond with his father, both in fate, but also the fact that they are compared a lot, both in look and personality, while loving his mother I think the fact that he grew up so closely tied to Noldo politician might have somehow touched their relationship, although it never touched their love for each other.

Angrod: I think Angrod looked a lot up to Finrod and would try to imitate him in small ways, leading to him also spending a lot more time with the Noldo side of the family. In some older versions, both Angrod and Finrod were named Aráto, and although not strictly canon I include it in my own canon as I like the idea of child Finrod looking down at little Angrod and demanding his little brother will be named after himself. Angrod is said to be both wise and thoughtful, which is quite the opposite of his brothers which makes me think that while close, to at least Finrod, in his youth he slowly distanced himself as he got older, I also believe that while his brothers where impulsive what made Angrod a good leader was his thoughtfulness, and while his brothers undoubtedly where good leaders I think a lot of Arafinwë´s people sought out Angrod as a lord, since a thoughtful and careful leader is better in times at war that an impulsive one, who instead fits better in times of peace and discovery. I think Orodreth took a lot after his father in his soft and cautious nature.

Aegnor: I like to think Aegnor grew up close to his mother with Galadriel, meaning that both of them spent most of their childhood in Olwë´s fourth. This leads them to lean more toward their Falmar heritage rather than Noldo or Vanya, which can be seen a lot in how they wear their hair, clothes, and jewelry. I think Aegnor was always restless and perhaps even confused of who he was, especially with his mixed heritage, which led to him seeking out danger, especially in the first age, but it also made him able to give to others and listen to them, after all he was described both as a fierce warrior and a generous noble lord. His confusion over himself also led him to seek out the Edain´s, after his brother, which then lead him to finding Andreth, who seems to of a calm heart. Which was likely what drove Aegnor to her. Her calmness and patience calmed his unrest and confusion, finally making him feel like he belonged and was understood. - I also think his strong friendship with Fingon is really sweet, and although not much is said about it I like to think they where childhood best friends, although Fingon was a bit older, I like the idea of a little Aegnor following him around with braided golden hair to try and mimic his older cousin,

Galadriel: Her being described as willful, proud, and free spirited in her young years, and then later as wise and gentle speaks a lot of her growth, and as I like to think she grew up mostly with the Falmar, therefore also being influenced by them a lot and the longing for new shores, which made her choice after the death of Finwe much easier for her than for her brothers, I also think her restlessness what was made her sought out Thingol, and later Melian who she learned from, as a distant family or merely just new knowledge to uncover. In the start if the second age I think she slowly began braiding her hair after the Noldo braiding system, although it was slowly being changed she made it look as much as the first age ones as she could, as a way to feel close to what she had lost, both with all the death in the first age, but also her staying in when offered forgiveness and a place in Valinor once more. While I think she was much less restless when denying herself Valinor, which I also think was partly guilt some survivor guilt I also don´t think she was ready to settle yet, after all she did help secure Gil-Galad´s place as king, and even after that and settling with Celeborn and getting Celebrian it was clear she was still a big part of the politician power and had no desire to leave, and it seemed that only after having warned Celebrimbor of Sauron and being proven right she slowly retreated, although she kept her hand in even to the end of the third age, although much less. - I can never decide if Galadriel should have curls, waves, or straight hair TT

Other HC: Falmar fashion, and jewelry, are a lot more reviling than Noldo and Vanya, so you can easily imagine the scandal that could be made there, they also wear red henna as makeup, see Galadriel and Aegnor´s ear tips, lips, and foreheads, symbolizing all plans of the world. Eärwen and Olwë, as well as other Falmar royalty, will wear a dot on their forehead, nose and chin. The ear tips nearly show gender and the lip is purely for being pretty. They also have a lot more henna drawings on the rest of their body but that´s for another day. - Finrod and Galadriel´s, as well as Aegnor´s weird waves, curls are from Indis.

Olwë in the newest Falmar fashion

[olenris]

Days in Valinor

I put a few forget-me-nots in Finrod's hair

[daily-smol-silm]

Day #111 - Harpist

Still not a lot of time. I'm jealous of Finrod, that guy looks like he has a ton.

[strelkovski]

Green boy here again

[velvet4510]

It’s often said that Beren and Lúthien were the very first Man and Elf to fall in love but that is misinformation and in actuality Balan/Bëor and Finrod were the very first Man and Elf to fall in love and no I will not be accepting questions at this time.

[imclimbingthestairsoforthanc]

Okay! Thank you! 😭

I’d really like to know how finrod acts when hes in love with reader or has a massive crush on reader, like Headcanons for that situation or maybe like a fic where he gets all happy and giddy when reader is in the room, how he always tries to stick by readers side and always tries to spend more time with them, always praising them, slowly confessing his love in different ways.. (not nsfw!)

Thats all!

Thank you! (Again)!😭💖💖

*I rly hope this made sense cuz English isn’t my first language*

makes perfect sense and I love this request. its my first time writing Finrod and honestly Im so in love right now. this is just part one but there will be a part two coming :) i hope you like it

By The Sea - Finrod x Reader (Pt. 1)

Finrod finds more than he expected when taking a long holiday to his mothers home in Alqualondë.

A/N: for certain ..... purposes ..... making finrod do they same thing I do when im nervous, i went ahead and gave him his fathers rings

Finrod wanted to be sure that his name was at the top of the list to petition for the new project you proposed to be approved. He wasn’t quite sure exactly what the project was; all he knew was that it had something to do with ship construction and the royal family, and if his name in black ink was enough to keep you around, then write away he would.

It did not, in fact, keep you around. Finrod wasn’t sure why he thought it would. You were, after all, an architect, and visits to the royal court in the great hall were likely few and far between. After about a week and a half since the proposal–when he first was enamored with you, Finrod decided that he needed to do something.

“I have never heard a bigger lie,” said Artanis coolly.

Finrod shrugged. “It’s the truth,” he said, “They never gave directions to the worksite.”

Artanis sighed. “Why do you need to know anyways?”

“I have been tasked with checking up on the progress for the foundations of the project.”

Artanis cut her eyes. She didn’t believe him, but directed him to the worksite nonetheless.

Finrod went north for hours upon hours, it seemed; it was not even one hour. He could hear the wind cut through the fabric of the tents and the waves crash onto the rocky shores. The closer he got, the harder it was for him to think of something to say to you. He could call out your name, but then decided that would be too casual. Besides, you might think it strange that he held on so dearly to your name after a meeting so brief one couldn’t even call it a real meeting. He could introduce himself, but what would he say after that? 

“Hello,” came a rich voice, and Finrod realized that deep in his thoughts he stumbled right upon you.

His clothes felt hot and his ring felt tight around his finger. He wondered if his hair had turned to frizz, as it tended to do with all the sea salt in the air. It was all he could do not to stutter.

“Hello,” he replied, “I am Finrod of the house of Finarfin.”

A moment passed.

“I know who you are,” you said. He wondered if you meant to be so harsh until you spoke again, voice softened, “What can I help you with?”

Finrod swallowed. “I have been tasked with checking on the progress on the foundations of the project,” he said. The lie barely slipped through his teeth.

“Really?” you said with a polite smile and twitching eyebrows that betrayed your confusion to the golden-haired prince, “They sent someone out two days ago.”

“Ahh,” Finrod said quietly, “Well there must have been some confusion.” 

“I see.”

The silence was tangible. You swallowed. You remembered who he was–Findaráto Ingoldo, firstborn of the crown prince of the Falmari–how could you forget? You’d been dreaming of him since you’d seen him last Tuesday, but now that he was here, all those clever, witty things you said to him as you dreamed of meeting properly seemed to have left you.

Finrod watched your eyes dance to the scene behind him–when they were not glued to the opening of his shirt collar–and wondered what you were thinking about. It was probably the project at hand; but could it be him, as little as you were acquainted? Finrod had taken everything, however little it may be, you gave him when he saw you first last Tuesday and ran with it. You had not left his thoughts. 

It occurred to him after a moment of awkward staring that maybe the conversation was over–the silence had gone on awkwardly long. He tried to think of something–anything–to say. Nothing came.

“Well, then,” he said, “I’d better get going. I’ll leave you to it; again I apologize for the confusion. I hope I have not disturbed your work.”

He didn’t want to leave.

“Not at all,” you said, too quickly for your liking, “You can stay as long as you like.”

You didn’t want him to leave. 

He gave you a nod, and you cutsied before he turned to go. You turned back to your workbench, half disappointed that he left so soon and half excited that he came. You let out a shaky breath.

“In that case,” came the voice that you hopelessly couldn’t get enough of, “You wouldn’t mind if I stayed, would you? I would very much like to see the ‘hands-on’ aspect of this process.” 

You turned and tried to hide the excitement in your eyes. “Of course, Your Highness.”

Finrod blushed. You drank in the sight. If the pink that spread across his cheeks was the last thing you ever saw, you’d be content.

***

“He is perfect in every way,” you said to Earwen, who, to your surprise, decided to take the weaving of the sails upon herself. You hadn’t expected the daughter of the king to engage so closely with the project, but, you supposed, if it was her talent and passion, so why not? 

“I cannot get enough of him. I hope he never stops visiting me.”

Earwen smiled, “Will he visit for the celebration?”

“Of course, Your Highness” you said confidently, “He is the son of the crown prince! He wouldn’t miss it.”

Finrod was royalty, yes, but deep down you knew he’d come even if he wasn’t. Months of sitting in silence with two pairs of feet dangling in the salty water and choosing cold bread over a hearty dinner fit for a prince told you that even if you were dismissed from the project and cast to the jagged cliffs and treacherous temperament of the sea to the north, Finrod would come for you.

The door creaked open to reveal none other than Finrod himself.

“Fi–my prince,” you said politely, forgoing first-name use in mind of the royalty next to you.

Finrod didn’t seem to care. “There you are!” He said, “I have been looking for you. The eggs on the rocks by the lower dock have hatched!”

“Have they?”

“Yes,” he said, “And they have the loveliest silver down. Will you be free after six?”

Your hands stopped their movement, “I think so, but I–”

Finrod took your hand, as he always did when departing, and planted a hasty kiss on it, “Great. I will meet you then. You must see them!”

He ran out before you could answer. You giggled at his excitability and looked over to Earwen.

“Is that him?”

You smiled sheepishly and looked away.

“Yes,” you said. If you saw the smirk that played at her lips you would have seen that she knew more than she let on. “Absolutely perfect.”

[lovefairymina]

*while brushing Finrod's hair*: flower gleam and glow...let your power shine...make the clock reverse...

finrod: what're you doing-

me: SHHHHHHH

“My love, what are doing—” A finger to his lips to silence his questioning, Finrod finally submitted to silence and left you to do your thing. Despite the small pout, he carefully listened to your voice and words while you brushed his luscious hair. Very easily did a soothing wave of calmness wash over him, causing him to melt into your touch further.

[doodle-pops]

Shadows of Honour

Finrod x reader

A/N: I have an unhealthy obsession with angst and since Christmas is close by, I'd love to share it with you all :)

Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, abandonment, arguments, heavy angst, angst no comfort

Words: 1.8k

Synopsis: “If… If I had told you about my sworn oath and my impending death, would you still have loved me? Would you have accepted my love? Would you have given me a chance to experience the joy of everlasting love and family, or would you have turned me away?”

Rivers of tears cascaded down your burning cheeks as you stood face-to-face with the man you loved. His awareness and compassion for your distress was etched onto his face, unfortunately, he couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze. Those once–beloved blue–green eyes failed to hold the honesty and sincerity they once did; instead, they remained fixed on the floor, avoiding contact with you or the round, protruding bump that bore testament to your shared love. He heaved a heavy sigh, fully aware that explaining his reasons wouldn’t make sense to you, even as he allowed you to vent your pain and his pride. Were his actions truly so cruel and heartless as to bring his wife to tears and endless pleas?

“You can’t leave me; you can’t leave us!” your voice trembled with desperation, your hand instinctively cradling your belly, emphasising the life within. “You can’t abandon your family and people for the sake of a mortal you don’t even know, Finrod!”

Lifting his head to meet your tear–stained cheeks, he reached out to cradle your face, but his gesture was met with swift rejection. Your swatting hands pushed his away, and you took a step back, staring at him in disbelief. Controlling your breathing became a struggle; in your current state, maintaining composure was no easy feat. It was even more challenging when your husband, the one who was supposed to protect and cherish you, seemed to have lost all reason and logic. What happened to his sense and sensibility?

Covering your mouth in a futile attempt to stifle your sobs, you fought to speak with a broken voice, “Don’t...don’t try to smooth things over when you know I’m right. Don’t silence me! I have every right to be unhappy with your choice. You’re choosing a mortal over me, your daughter, and our unborn child! How else am I supposed to react?”

“You need to calm down, Y/N; it’s not good for the baby—”

“Don’t tell me what’s good for me when your actions say otherwise,” you hissed with discontent, refusing to let him dictate what was right or wrong, especially when he couldn’t seem to decide for himself.

Frowning, his eyes darted hesitantly to the door, sensing a third presence nearby before returning to your panting figure. Your disapproval of his touch stung, but he understood that your nerves needed calming and your mind needed settling. He observed as you instinctively rubbed your belly, the storm of emotions causing your little one to shift uncomfortably. Dragging out this argument seemed futile when he knew that his final decision was unchangeable. It was only a matter of time until you comprehended the purpose behind his choice. Without further ado, he spun on his heels, making his way over to the closet, gathering clothes and hunting gear. Prolonging the debate wouldn’t lead to a resolution; you couldn’t convince him to stay, and he was steadfast in his commitment to aid the mortal.

“So you’re not going to say anything?! You’re not going to fight with me, fight for me, fight for us?! You’re just going to let yourself be swayed by some mortal who wants to fall in love with an elf and give her the Silmaril? The same jewel your cousins would kill for?” Your voice regained its vigour, tinged with frustration, as you approached the closet where he continued to nonchalantly pack his belongings. Your accusations stung like barbs, and yet he felt the pain even more acutely with every word you hurled his way. He knew the consequences; it was his very understanding of them that fuelled his turmoil.

Biting his lip to suppress his trembling emotions, he kept his eyes averted, focusing on the task before him. He didn’t want you to see his own turmoil, as it would only make you feel worse. Your stress levels were high enough, and he racked his brain for a way to soothe you without further escalation. “Please, don’t worry, ĕrĕmelda. I will return to you, safe and sound,” he whispered softly. “This is the will of Eru, and I must honour it.”

Your voice cut through the air, laden with a mix of disbelief and frustration. “Eru? Did he also instruct you to swear an oath, marry me, and start a family, only to abandon us for some mortal who wants to show the world his bravery by pursuing a maiden out of his league? I thought you believed that Eru didn’t intend for elves and mortals to be together. Why are you acting in direct opposition to that belief? And, for that matter, why did you keep the oath and the foresight of your own death hidden from me?”

As the trousers slipped from his grasp, he turned to face your puffy eyes and cheeks. The remnants of his irritation dissipated in the face of your broken state. His mouth opened to reply, but his words faded away as he studied your misery. He was causing more harm than good, and he couldn’t quite understand why.

With deliberate steps, he approached you, his hands tentatively reaching out to touch your arms. He noticed your lack of resistance and gently drew you into a hug. Holding you close for the first time since that morning, he breathed in your scent, savouring the fragrance of gardenias and lilacs that clung to your skin. He felt your baby move within you, and it was a poignant reminder of the life you carried—a life he seemed intent on leaving behind. Finrod knew deep down that this might be the last time he held you like this, yet he hadn’t anticipated that the parting would be so fraught with tears and agony. Leaving for a self–imposed mission in the name of honour and duty felt hollow when he longed to stay with you and your children, the family he had fought so hard to build.

In his heart, he knew he was doing more harm than good.

His children.

His heart ached at the thought of his beloved children—his eldest daughter, Lairelótë, and his unborn child. The child he cherished and sang lullabies to every night would grow up without their father’s presence, knowing of him only through stories and tales as he would be revered among his people. And his daughter, what would she think of him for leaving, for prioritising a mortal’s quest over his own family? The weight of these realisations bore down on him, causing turmoil in his mind. What was he truly doing? He had vowed to give his life for his family, yet here he was, seemingly throwing it away.

“If…” he began, his words trailing off as he listened to the heart–wrenching cries of his wife in his arms. Your sobs cut through him like a blade, each one striking his heart with painful force. “If…If I had told you about my sworn oath and my impending death, would you still have loved me? Would you have accepted my love? Would you have given me a chance to experience the joy of everlasting love and family, or would you have turned me away?”

You found yourself speechless, unsure of how to respond. His question stunned you, anger and bewilderment coursing through your veins. It felt as if he had dropped a ton of bricks on you with his words. “Finrod, I...” you faltered, struggling to put your thoughts into coherent words.

As he continued to rub your back, your hiccups grew stronger, a peculiar trait of yours that had often turned gloomy moods into moments of laughter. However, not even that unique trait could lighten the heaviness of the situation today. Glancing towards the door, his senses alert, he knew precisely who the third presence was. He fervently hoped that she didn’t have to witness the full extent of this devastating argument, which could only amplify the pain of his departure.

“F–Finrod,” you hiccupped, your voice shaking, “do you understand the significance of all of this?”

He hummed thoughtfully, his hand continuing its soothing motion on your back, gradually calming the movement in your stomach.

Taking a deep breath, you rephrased your question, “This mortal knows that his quest will lead to death. By asking you to fulfil this oath, he’s essentially asking you to die for him, so that he can have his happily ever after while I suffer. He knows that he wouldn’t survive without help. Why accept the quest in the first place? Why risk a precious life? Doesn’t he consider you important?”

Finrod sighed, his tone carrying a mix of patience and empathy. “His heart is young and easily swayed by emotions, arimeldanya. Love often drives us to do whatever it takes to be with the one we cherish.”

“But why does he have to take you away from me?” you pleaded; your voice tinged with desperation. “Tell him to ask someone else, to be less selfish. I need you; we need you.”

A small chuckle escaped Finrod at the pout that formed on your tear–streaked face. It was a brief moment of levity amidst the turmoil, a fleeting reminder of the bond you shared. Sliding his hand up your back, his fingers gently cradled your cheeks, tilting your head to meet his gaze. You saw the tears welling in his eyes, an ethereal light that shimmered with sorrow. To you, he was an angelic presence, a source of joy and happiness.

Testing the waters, he gauged your reaction before leaning in, capturing your lips in a tender, bittersweet kiss. The initial surprise was replaced by a shared intimacy, a final connection before his departure and the sorrow that lay ahead. His lips met yours with a mixture of longing and pain, a poignant reminder of the love you both shared. It was a memory to hold onto, a testament to the strength of your bond even in the face of adversity.

“I swore an oath to his House to aid in times of need, he had summoned me to fulfil it, I cannot deny its call. I can only hope that this quest won’t tear me away from you,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. “And I promise, I won’t give up without a fight if there’s a chance for my wish to be granted.”

“This still isn’t fair Finrod,” you replied, your voice soft but firm. “You’ve made a decision without me and I can’t change that. You’re so selfish...”

Eyes downturn, he licked his lips and cast one more glance at the door, sensing the presence fading. He knew his words were false hope when he had foreseen a certain destiny about him, but it was necessary to still give it. “There’s still a way to rewrite the future; it is not set in stone. My death does not have to be this way. Have faith in me, I will return to you and our dear little ones.”

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[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

someone give Finrod an amazing technicolor dreamcoat like so

[dalliansss]

“Up, up, up, fair one,” Mairon whispers, cruel glee coating his tone. “I am aware of the beauty of your features but I want your eyes up. To what I gave you.”

Commissioned from @sauroff 🤩😍

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finrod: Too curious for his own good

Fingon: Adrenaline junkie

Maedhros: Too tired for this.

[aylen-san]

A Guide from Finrod, Former Lord of Nargothrond

Dear friends, yes, friends, because who else but us is still trying to survive amidst orcs, dragons, and other abominations, including, at times, our own relatives? I know what you're thinking right now. "Finrod, is that really you? The former Lord of Nargothrond, singer, philosopher, tactician, and, well, overall life of the party, why are you suddenly talking about wills?" My answer is — yes, it’s me, and wills are actually an important thing.

Today, I, Finrod, encourage you to think about a noble tradition — writing a will. You might ask, “But why, Finrod? We’re immortal elves, who’s going to touch us?” And I’ll reply: “Listen, if I — an immortal elf — ended up in Mandos, then maybe things aren’t as cloudless as they seem, and having a will wouldn’t hurt!”

So, let’s begin. A will is not just a document; it’s your final word in a world where every third relative is trying to start a coup or, at the very least, marry a dubious character. Examples? Sure: “Don’t let suspicious ladies into your palace.” Celegorm, do you hear me? That’s exactly why you should write a will in advance.

What to Include in Your Will?

First of all, think about what you own. Of course, you’re not obligated to leave behind something like Sauron’s one (and unforgettable) ring, which symbolizes nothing... (yeah, I totally believe that). Make sure you have something valuable. Swords? Magical artifacts? Well, if you at least have a stash of Caranthir's wine, that’s something. Don’t forget to leave it in trustworthy hands. (Just not to Túrin. Honestly, it's scary to trust him even with wooden swords.)

1. Your Personal Belongings.

That famous silver belt you’ve been wearing for so long... Better decide in advance who’ll get it. Don’t repeat my mistakes. And yes, if you have a magical crown, it’s wise to specify who gets it. Otherwise, in a few centuries, one of your heirs might decide to go on a “conquest tour.”

2. Nargothrond.

If you happen to own an underground city (and no, it’s not as fun as it sounds), make sure to clarify what should happen to it when you're gone. Should it stay a tourist attraction or turn into yet another dragon lair? As my experience shows, the probability of a dragon appearing is never zero.

3. Your Pets.

If you’ve got any favorite predatory cats or other mystical creatures (for example, someone's embodiment of dark magic), be sure to leave instructions about who should feed them. Seriously. You don’t want everything to fall apart after you're gone, do you?

4. Family Heirlooms.

For instance, your most prized weapon. If you have several (which is quite common among us Noldor), specify who gets what. Otherwise, you might have a repeat of the story with a certain sword that everyone had their eyes on. Yes, you guessed it right: it’s better to clarify that your saber is not for settling family disputes.

5. Moral Obligations.

Ah, this is probably the most important point. Whatever you decide to leave to your heirs, don’t forget about moral duties. For example, don’t promise anyone they’ll overthrow Morgoth. It may sound nice, but in practice, it causes problems for all your neighbors and relatives. Trust me.

A Few Tips from an Experienced Will Writer:

Who Gets What?

Let’s say you’ve figured out what you own. Now, think about who should get it all. If you want your will to be respected, try to avoid giving things to the Fëanorians — they have a habit of believing everything rightfully belongs to them anyway, and they’re not great at following others’ wishes. Especially if glowing artifacts accidentally fall into your possession.

Specific Requests.

And of course, don’t forget to include specific requests. For example, what you want done with your body. Let me remind you not to ask for any elaborate rituals involving necklaces or magical mushrooms to bring you back. Trust me, those things rarely end well. And if you do end up in Mandos, send Namo my regards and ask if he’s seen Thingol, because ever since he started negotiating with the dwarves, he’s gone off the radar.

What Not to Leave:

Your Songs.

Leaving behind songs is a trend that’s long outdated. Writing new songs? I highly discourage that. Some, like me, have tried, but if you’ve got nagging warriors around who hear the phrase, “Hey, what a song I’ve written,” as “Call more friends and start a revolution,” you might want to think twice.

Enemy Artifacts.

If your will says that your shiny golden artifact should be “kept in a prominent place,” burn that will and write a new one.

Mention Your Enemies.

No, this isn’t about revenge (we’re noble elves, right?). It’s just better to leave instructions on what to do with those who’ve been giving you side-eye for the past millennia. For example, maybe leave Sauron a personal letter. Something like: “Don’t touch my library; it’s too good for your filthy hands.”

Don’t Forget Your Relatives.

Seriously, the moment you're gone, they’ll start dividing your modest estates. Better leave clear instructions on who gets, say, your best blanket or rare instrument collection (Maglor, if you’re reading this, don’t touch my collection — let’s start with that).

Add a Clause on Who Not to Invite to the Funeral.

Why not? It’s important! Some people really shouldn’t be invited to such ceremonies. For example, Tevildo — not the company you want at such an event. As wonderful as cats are, they can really spoil the mood.

Sample Will:

And so you don’t think I’m joking, here’s an example:

Will of Finrod Felagund

“I, Finrod, former Lord of Nargothrond, a great fan of chess and Go (how’s that for a twist, dear heirs?), being of sound mind and good memory (I hope), do solemnly bequeath:

1. My trusty sword — to someone who doesn’t plan on staging bloody dramas or vengeful campaigns to Angband. Besides, I hardly used it.

2. My books — to Galadriel. Though I know you probably won’t read them, let them be yours anyway. After all, you’re my sister, even if a bit headstrong.

3. My chess set — to those who’ll finally realize it’s an intriguing game. Though, considering the local crowd, I’d be happy if anyone even learns how the knight moves.

4. And lastly, if you decide it’s worth bringing me back from Mandos... think again. Or maybe twice.”

Conclusion:

Writing a will is a noble and very useful endeavor. It’s like a chess game with orcs — you don’t know who’s going to win, but well-thought-out moves increase your chances of success. And remember: if you write your will in advance, you’ll sleep soundly knowing your relatives won’t fight over the family silver, and your friends won’t confuse your last wishes with something you said over a cup of wine.

Now, if you’re ready to write this important document, I suggest arming yourself with patience and a good quill. Once it’s done, you can finally rest in peace. No matter where you end up: at Namo’s in Mandos, at yet another party with Elrond, or, heaven forbid, playing chess with Sauron. Good luck, friends, and may the Valar guide you in this tricky matter. Or at least not make it too complicated.

[caliawen]

Childhood Crush

Pairing = Finrod x Mairafinwë (OC)

Genre = General audiences

General ratings = pure fluff <3

Content warnings = none

Word count = 1,9k

Notes = Hi, yes, hello 🫣 It has been a while, hasn’t it? Anyway, I found my inspiration back and I’ve finished this piece in time for day 5 of @tolkienocweek ! The prompt was ‘shipping’ so it was in theme and I thought ‘why not?’ Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Finrod never lacked love. He was loved, and he loved back. He loved his father, his mother, his brothers, his sister, his grandfather, his uncle (uncles, sometimes, but he didn’t see Fëanáro much. He was still cool, in Finrod’s eyes. He always received little gifts from his uncle when he visited. It was a little secret between them, because for some reason, Fëanáro didn’t want Arafinwë to know. Finrod thought it funny, because Arafinwë was aware, but pretended he didn’t.) loved him back.

However, as he turned around five (in men years), he noticed something. His father kissed his mother and looked at her with Starry Eyes. His uncles all looked at his aunts like that too, Uncle Fëanáro with Aunt Nerdanel and Uncle Ñolofinwë with Aunt Anairë. He saw teenagers do that, too. And he didn’t understand. Why did they do that? It was so weird!

So he asked his mother and she replied something that didn’t make sense at the time. She said : “People kiss each other and look at each other with ‘Starry Eyes’ because they love each other, dear.” Finrod looked at her dubiously. What did she mean, ‘It’s because they love each other’! Finrod loved his brothers, but that didn’t mean he looked at them with Starry Eyes and kissed them on the mouth!

It was when he turned ten (in men years), that he understood what his mother had meant. He was with his family at a banquet organized by his grandfather Finwë. For once, miraculously everyone was getting along, and then, he saw her. Seated between a teenager Makalaurë and a small Turcafinwë, sat the most beautiful girl Finrod had ever seen. She had long silver hair, just like Lady Míriel (Finwë kept her portrait in his study) and gray eyes like Fëanáro. To be honest, she was the perfect replica of Lady Míriel, but with Finwë’s eyes.

Finrod felt his face get hot, before he averted his eyes. But then, he found his eyes drawn back to her. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Finrod didn’t understand at the time why he felt so drawn to her. She was just a normal girl! But that was where he was wrong, because she was the only daughter of Fëanáro. And it was well known that his children are everything but ‘normal’.

He stole glances at her, greedily looking at her eyes and hair and cheeks and smile and- everything. He looked at her everything and felt weird inside.His heart thumped loudly and his stomach felt like it was dancing. He wondered why he was feeling this way.. It was then that they made eye contact. Gray eyes meeting blue ones, holding each other, drowning in each other.

Later on, when Finrod grew restless of sitting and listening to the adults talk about boring things, he got up and went to the gardens. The cool night air was like a balm to his still hot cheeks. He looked towards Telperion, sighing as he felt tiredness come over him. Normally, he’d be in bed by now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy he could stay up late, but he really wished they were back home. He missed the feeling of the ocean breeze on his skin and the salty air. At the same time, he felt overjoyed at seeing his grandfather and Tirion again. The city was wonderful and a delight to his eyes. Art was everywhere and people were kind.

He was startled out of his thoughts by the most beautiful voice he had ever heard (after Kanafinwë’s, of course, but not that he’d ever admit it).

“Hello!”

Finrod whirled around, cheeks heating up as he saw her.

“H-Hi!” He replied, his eyes widening as she smiled at him.

“You’re my cousin Findaráto, right?” She asked, her eyes twinkling in the silvery light of Telperion.

“Uh, yes!” Finrod stuttered out, feeling nervous for.. some reason. She smiled at him, extending her hand.

“I’m Mairafinwë. Pleasure to meet you!” She said and he shook her hand. Mairafinwë… The name was exactly like her : beautiful, graceful, a joy to look at..

~~~

Since that night, Finrod found himself visiting Mairafinwë often : he had gained a friend. She was funny, witty, calm and talented. Their beautiful friendship blossomed and they became closer.

“Don’t move!” Mairafinwë tsked, frowning a bit at Finrod. He sighed, going back into his original position.

It had been two years since they had met and Mairafinwë had invited Finrod over at her father’s house. After talking for a few hours, she had proposed to sculpt him. Finrod, overjoyed, had agreed. Mairafinwë was good with her hands, he had seen the sculptures she made. Of course they were pretty, she learned from the best : her mother, Nerdanel. What he didn’t expect was that it would take so long to sculpt him.

He squirmed in his seat again, admiring Mairafinwë as she worked. The light that came in by the tall windows caressed her skin, making her look softer than normal. Her long silver hair was thrown up into a bun as she worked diligently, frowning in concentration. She kind of looked like Fëanáro when she was working : the same frown, the same twitch of the lips, the same analyzing eyes.

“Can we take a break?” Finrod said, sighing. Mairafinwë looked up and Finrod’s heart skipped a beat or two, his cheeks darkening. She sighed, putting down her tools.

“Alright, alright. We’ll take a break.” She said, smiling. She was as beautiful as always and Finrod found himself unable to look away from her.

When she took his hand and giggled as she dragged him outside, he thought he understood what his mother had meant all those years ago.

~~~

Finrod knew that Mairafinwë was older than him, of course. It wasn’t by that much, but it frustrated him to no end when people whispered that he looked like a lost puppy following her around. He was fifteen (in men years)! It wasn’t fair that people thought he wasn’t deserving of her!

Finrod had recognized that he liked Mairafinwë, maybe even loved her. He hadn’t done anything about it, yet. He was determined to court and woo her properly, but he didn’t have the right ideas at the time.

He almost had a heart attack when Nelyafinwë and Kanafinwë approached him with matching grins. They were usually the ones who were the most respectful and didn’t throw pranks, so to see them approaching him like that, he knew that something was going to happen.

Finrod wanted the ground to open up and swallow him when they told him that they knew he liked their sister. However, he perked right up and all his embarrassment was forgotten when they gave him a list of things Mairafinwë found romantic and liked to do that they had roped Turcafinwë into getting for them. He thanked them profusely, before having the scare of his life when their expressions turned grim.

“We support you courting our sister, Findaráto, but listen to my words and listen well.” Maedhros started.

“If we find out you broke her heart, for whatever reason it is, you will pay.” He said, a frown etched on his handsome face.

“Are we clear?” Maglor’s ethereal voice sounded stern.

“Yeah, of course!” Finrod said, a bit fearful. He almost had whiplash from how fast their demeanours changed as their expressions turned happy once more. Maedhros clapped him on the shoulder, smirking.

“Good luck.” He said before they left him with his thoughts.

~~~

Finrod had successfully started to court Mairafinwë. Dates had been arranged and he was happy, and so was she. The threshold of hand-holding had been passed and they spent more and more time together, almost attached at the hip.

Everything was going well. Too well.

That’s why Finrod wasn’t all that surprised when one day, returning from a date with Mairafinwë, his uncle Fëanáro approached him, saying he wanted to speak to him.

Seated in his uncle’s office, Finrod felt a bit fearful. He knew that his uncle was extremely protective of his children, everyone knew that. Fëanor looked at him pensively, saying nothing and making Finrod squirm under his intense gaze.

“Findaráto..” Fëanor started, making Finrod gulp as he tried to calm his heartbeat, his nervousness making his palm sweaty.

“Yes?” Finrod said, cursing in his head as his voice came out weak. His uncle gently smiled at him, making him calm down a little.

“Mairafinwë has told me that you have been courting for some time now.” Fëanor said, making Finrod nod in acquiescence.

“She loves you. Very much. It is.. clear that she has fallen head over heels for you. I want you to know, first and foremost, that I support this courting.” Fëanor said, tilting his head. Hearing those words made Finrod significantly calm down, his tense posture relaxing.

“Mairafinwë is someone who loves with all of her being. She is.. she is extremely like my mother in this way.” Fëanor whispered this part, his gaze turning longing for a second.

“I want to know if you love her. As in, you won’t want to leave her side in a century or two. You two are young, and there is plenty of time to grow and mature. These feelings you have for each other may change and that is alright. But I want to know now if you think it might happen.” His uncle said, making Finrod shake his head rapidly.

“No. I.. I love her. With all of my fëa. I think.. no, I know she is the one.” Finrod said, making his uncle’s lips twitch upwards. Fëanor hummed.

“In that case, I want you to know that I entrust my daughter’s heart to you. Be careful : it is delicate and bruises easily.” Finrod nodded seriously, relief washing over him as his uncle gave him his blessing to court Mairafinwë.

“However, I want you to know that if I find out you have not been treating her with the respect or adoration she deserves, or that you have made her sad, there will be consequences.” Fëanor said, a small smile on his lips to soften his words. Finrod nodded again.

That day, he left Fëanor’s mansion happy, for he had gotten his blessing.

~~~

It was a month later that Finrod kissed Mairafinwë for the first time. It was magical : something that made him feel whole in a sense and that made him giddy to think about. They laid underneath a tree on the grass, their fingers intertwined.

“I love you, Mairafinwë. I love you a lot. I… I wanted to know if you.. If you’d like to..” Finrod hadn’t thought about how he would ask her to become a couple. Well, he had, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The words were all wrong in his mouth and his mind worked faster than ever to find the right words.

Mairafinwë gently put her hand on his cheek, her plump lips turning up into a smile.

“Take your time, Findaráto. I’m not going anywhere.” She softly said with that magnificent voice of hers.

“I-… would you like to.. to become a couple?” Finrod asked, almost wincing at his clumsy words. In his mind, he had imagined asking her poetically with a grand romantic gesture. Still, Mairafinwë smiled gently at him, her pretty eyes twinkling with happiness.

“I would love to.” She responded, making Finrod nearly bowl over with relief. He smiled at her and she smiled back. And he understood. He understood what his mother had meant.

When she kissed him, he felt his stomach dance and his cheeks become hot and thought : ‘How I love her..’

End notes : I hope you enjoyed! I have one story and some headcannons in the work, so I should post more often! <3

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[tengwar]

Finrod with a mermaid crown