#finrod HCs

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Re-embodied Finrod in Mirkwood

This is a series of headcanon I came up with after being inspired by a recent Thranduil x Re-embodied Finrod x Reader request.

There is a spot of NSFW towards the end of the post.

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💫 Finrod perished in Tol-in-Gaurhoth after killing a werewolf with his bare hands and teeth. The venom in the beast's blood spread through the elf's bloodstream before reaching his heart and changing him before he died. Because of the Doom of Mandos, his fëa was destined to remain in the Vala's halls.

💫 Upon his arrival, his first stop was the Grey Havens, where, after having explained his tasks, he was hosted by Círdan. Finrod remained in the Grey Havens for quite some time, learning of the new customs and races prevalent in Middle-Earth before departing. He also spent time with Elrond in Rivendell and with his sister, Galadriel, in Lothlórien before leaving for the realm now known as Mirkwood.

💫 This all changed during the Third Age, when the dark influence of the Necromancer spread through Greenwood the Great. After he had claimed the abandoned fortress of Amon Lanc for himself, Mawë and Námo approached Finrod to give him a choice: remain in the halls or go back to Middle Earth and aid in the fight against the corrupting influence of the Necromancer. He will then be allowed to return to Valinor whenever he desired. The former choice came with an added caveat. He was to bear the mark of the beast he slew until he returned to Valinor for all time. Only then would it be removed. Finrod still accepted it. He ached to leave the halls and feel the grass beneath his feet again.

💫 Mirkwood's king, Thranduil Oropherion, was wary of him, and Finrod received a less than warm welcome. He was one of the Noldor and bore the mark of a werewolf. Believing him to be a threat to his people, Thranduil kept Finrod confined to a comfortable suite of rooms until he could meet with his council and decide what to do with him. When it became clear the Valar themselves allowed Finrod to return, and with a purpose, the king reluctantly agreed to let him live freely in his halls.

💫Finrod took up playing the harp again and would sing tales of his own life before his demise in Tol-in-Gaurhoth. He would also sing tales he had heard while in the Halls of Mandos.

💫Finrod would try to advise the king, and the king would brush him off, unwilling still to trust him. This mistrust continued until one day, when Finrod risked his own life to save Thranduil’s while they battled spiders living around the outer border of Dol Guldur. Thranduil slowly came to trust Finrod and claim him as a friend, and Finrod earned a place on the king’s council.

💫Finrod remained in Middle-Earth until the War of the Ring and returned to Valinor with Legolas and Gimli.

How the mark of the werewolf affected Finrod:

💫The taint did not mean he could shape-shift, as the werewolf that attacked him could not. However, it did make him stronger and harder to slay in battle.

💫Besides increased strength, Finrod had keener senses, and his eyes would glow. They would be at their brightest if he was aroused or angry. Even his nails and teeth became sharper.

💫Finrod craved meat cooked rare.

💫He was more prone to acts of aggression. It was only with Elrond's and Galadriel's guidance that he was able to control his need for violence.

💫He had a much higher libido and had kinks for breeding, consensual non-consent, marking, and dominance.

How did this affect his preference for relationships:

💫Finrod would agree to a multiple partner scenario if he is happy with the other partners involved. However, if he did bond with only one S/O, he would be fiercely protective of them. He also had a jealous streak and would mark his partner if he believed someone other than him showed interest in them.

Why did Finrod have to bear the mark:

💫 The Valar did not want to make it too easy, or make it look like they were too forgiving, for fëar of other exiles doomed by the prophecy. 

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

how silm characters react to the fandom

Feanaro: gets way too involved way too quickly, has multiple troll accounts and blocks anyone who sa-si’s.

Nerdanel: can’t really use technology but thinks it’s kind of fun.

Maitimo: instant anxiety attack. Is morbidly fascinated by all the russingon smut. Thinks the Fingon content is sweet. Loves kidnap fam.

Maglor: follows nails-in-my-wall. Immediately starts shitposting about his family. Uncertain why half the fandom thinks he’s a crab.

Celegorm: Deleted his account when he realised Finrod got more rep than him. His new account only is on the low down.

Caranthir: embezzling fanartists somehow. No moral compass.

Curufin: found silvergifting, had a heart attack.

Nolofinwë: Anaire keeps complimenting all the art of him and he’s getting flustered.

Fingon: obsessively saves artwork of Maedhros. Ironically endorses the posts calling him a posh asshole.

Aredhel: gets so much closure from all the online support.

Turgon: disproportionately annoyed by one (1) person who said he was insensitive.

Finarfin: always brings up the youngsters on the internet who think he’s a good king.

Finrod: thinks he’s not famous enough. Works to remedy that.

Aegnor: wonders why everyone thinks he owns and frequently uses a hair straightener; cries over every artwork of him and Andreth.

Galadriel: no one knows and it’s frankly disturbing.

Elrond: periodically censors posts using him as a moral compass. Offers hugs to everyone who reblogged that one post.

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.

[eri-pl]

So, Ingwion

The som of Ingwë, of whom we know nothing except the name (which literally means "son of Ingwë"). The closest to a legit OC I get so far. I mean, he is not an OC, but you know.

Imagine: You're a prince of the Vanyar, your father spends the whole time adoring King Manwë so it's not like he is going anywhere and you wold ever be the king of the Eldar. Also, all the tribes have their own kings and the Vanyar are very peaceful, so you don't have much to do, except maybe visiting people and judging some small issues.

You feel stuck, but you are a Vanya, so of course you are not going anywhere. You want to show to yourself and to everyone that you are a separate person than your father, but there isn't a good way to do it.

You explore Aman with your friends, and one of those friends is Finrod (well, whatever his name was back then) who is (if we go with the version that Indis was Ingwë's sister) your cousin once removed, and he is very Vanya-like, but also curious, so of course you become friends. He gets bethroted with a Vanya lady and everything is great and then the tragedy strucks and he leaves.

He leaves. His fiancee is heartbroken, but to be honest, so are his friends.

And years later he emerges from the Halls of Mandos, more mature, calmer, more melancholic, but still smiling. He is quite a celebrity (I imagine Finrod was reembodied before the Noldor returned, so for some time he was the only one available, who had been on the Exile) but at the partes he discusses things… he starts talking things that make Rúmil make a very stiff and concerned face (yes, I imagine Rúmil stayed in Aman), and those are strange, but at the same time they feel very different from the strange things Morgoth used to say back when he was called Melkor (not that you listened much to those, but you had been at some Noldorin paries back then, so you met him).

And Finrod asks questions nobody would ask. This is something new, but a new kind of new. So of course you join him, scandalous or not.

TLDR: Ingwion joining Finrod's "let's ask strange questions to the Ainur" team.

I need to write him talking with Manwë one day (or both of them, but dialogue of more than 2 is harder to write) and Ingwë being like :| (I do imagine Ingwë as a bit of inside-the-box thinker)

[thelien-art]

Finrod in his newly acquired glass fiber cloak - the newest and finest fashion trend from the Vanya

This is based on a conversation with @that-angry-noldo discussing Finrod´s need to ✨shine✨ and the Eldar´s fabric choices when wanting to ✨shine✨ - reflect their inner light as well as the trees when they still were there.

The idea of using glass fiber for clothes to make them reflect light was played with throughout the 1890-1950 but where only made into reality a few times - natural the results were frail and everyday use wasn´t optimal, but I´m taking the liberty to make it so as it is the Elvers we are talking about, and maybe a Maia or two joined the project.

Although you can find glass fibered cloth nowadays it is nowhere near the shimmering, delicate garment that where desired, and more of a coarse spun material even though you can still come very close to the desired. Also fun fact, now it´s usually used to fire production clothes.

A reminder that the Eldar are the elvers who went to Valinor and Avari those who stayed (I'm saying this because I forget it a lot of times myself)

[sesamenom]

uncles in mandos & valinor

[southfarthing]

hc that celebrimbor is the reserved type – he doesn't get much of a chance to voice his own stance because the voices of his father and grandfather are so overpowering. when they make it to middle earth and feanor's death leaves them lost and alone, curufin starts saying "speak" to encourage celebrimbor to say what's on his mind. sometimes it works and celebrimbor opens up, sometimes it feels more like an order and he puts up his walls.

in nargothrond, he grows close with finrod. feels himself talking more freely, enjoying conversation, feeling lighter. finrod only says "speak, friend" once – celebrimbor offers his mind and his skill gladly after the first time.

but the veneer of peace and security shatters when beren arrives and curufin and celegorm repeat their oath and sway the people against finrod. finrod throws his crown to the floor, and he walks past curufin and celegorm without looking at them. he looks at celebrimbor, though, but under all those eyes and all the fear and anxiety in the room, celebrimbor can't bring himself to say a word. the hurt is clear in finrod's mien.

the guilt and self-loathing at his own silence and cowardice bites at celebrimbor, made worse by curufin's misplaced pride in him – until orodreth turns against them all. celebrimbor has no great love for orodreth, but for finrod's sake, he will speak.

he tells curufin he will not follow him into exile a second time

[sakasakiii]

Hi!

I love your work!! Your art is very pretty. Do you have a specific idea of how old everyone is ? Do you lean more towards canon or do you have your own dates in mind ? If don’t wanna a answer it’s ok!

Hope u have a nice day

(Remember to drink water!)

hiiii nonnie!!! thank you for checking in, and im happy u like the stuff i put out!! when it comes to ages, it's difficult to answer sometimes bc of the way professor tolkien's timeline is-- it makes gauging one singular place where most of the cast can be compared something that makes my tired brain go 😵🤧🤕 but i love the prompt youve given! and thus heres my attempt at it

with most of my tolkien stuff, i always try to stick to canon wherever possible emphasis is on try lmao and the topic of ages is one such place. i do make exceptions to the Professor's canon sometimes for a few reasons: 1) i like some of the scrapped ideas in his drafts, or 2) i just prefer other options. with ages, i think the only charas with canon-established ages i deviated from are fingolfin, finrod, turgon, and aredhel. i try to keep cases like these minimal tho, so i hope it doesn't bother anyone too much... 👉👈

anyways i figured just dropping a list of numbers would be kinda boring to look at so heres an illustrated guide to what the ~rough~ ages of the finweans are in my head whenever i write or draw. Y.T. 1495 (the year Finwe dies) is the controlled medium ive used to enable a fair comparison of the Finweans

note: "born Y.T. xxx" means this is the canon date of birth listed on Tolkien Gateway. "est. born [xxx]" means this is a noncanon estimate:

the First Age gets a lot more muddled from there due to the hullaballoo of everything going on, so ill only be including the doriathrim and a few other denizens of nargothrond:

it's mostly the older elves that are more undefined/vague with their ages (i.o.w. others like elwing, earendil, the peredhil twins, and most Men all have set dates of birth), so they're all i'll be doing for now. but it's that vagueness which makes hcing all the more enjoyable, isn't it! plus since we’re on this subject, under the cut are just a few headcanons and musings ive had that i wanted to put somewhere 😙

Finarfin and Earwen were born within months of each other! Finwe and Olwe made a Really Big Deal out of when they found out their wives were pregnant at the same time. As a result, the two were often sent on many playdates with each other to “bolster healthy relations” between the Noldor and the Teleri. It wasn’t an arranged marriage situation, but I like to think they were goofy for each other from the start… Resulting in the two eventually getting married as soon as they came of age, the fastest out of all of Finwe’s kids to do so. 

The reason the Ambarussa are significantly younger than the other Finweans (especially the Feanorians-- there’s a 100 Valian year gap between them and Curufin alone!) is because I imagine they were accidental babies that even Feanor didn’t expect to conceive. too bad morgoth said "its morgin time!" and started Messing Things Up shortly afterwards.....

Anaire was Lalwen's good friend long before she married Fingolfin; they met through Lalwen who wingmanned Fingolfin the whole time. i like think Anaire'd be the best out of all the wives at keeping good, healthy bonds with all the women of her family :DD

luthien's potential 姐姐/big sis dynamic with all the younger doriathrim elves is something i daydream about a lot 😌 but sometimes the fact that she's older than finarfin keeps me up at night

this has been really fun, so thanks again for asking-- annnd yessir, i am chugging water as i write this so you better be doing the same ❤️ have a great start to your week!

[eilinelsghost]

Would you do 17. What their voice sounds like? for Finrod for the sensory headcanon ask game, please?

For this sensory hc ask game. (Still happily taking these if anyone else has some they want to send!)

This one is surprisingly difficult! There is so much about him that is clear as day to me, but for some reason his voice has always been a bit elusive. I think...mid-tenor for speaking, a fairly wide range for singing, though I don't think he goes lower than baritone. Often you can tell there's a laugh just under the surface.

He imitates others' voices quite well, which I think comes from being very attuned to ósanwë. He can step into the familiarity of the other person's mind, in a sense, and the voice comes easily from that. It's a great party trick.

He once did this as a youth in Valinor when he and Turgon were nearly caught stealing a pie from the palace kitchen in Tirion. His imitation of Finarfin's voice from behind the closed door was so convincing that the attendant returned with compliments to the cook and consequently brought about a rather awkward conversation between said cook and the real Finarfin later that evening. FInarfin didn't have the heart to correct the situation and "un-compliment" the chef or to deny that he had missed the pies from his childhood so much that he snagged one immediately upon his arrival from Alqualondë, so he resigned himself to receiving a pie delivered to his chambers as a gift whenever he visited Tirion. On the first time a gift-pie was delivered, Finrod found a large slice waiting in his own chambers with a note in his father's handwriting: "for the young lord Arafinwë whose appetite is as keen as his scheming."

[edennill]

When Finrod is reembodied at the beginning of the War of Wrath he holds the record for "Shortest time spent in Mandos for an Exile" (81 years of time as it passes outside)

He holds it, perhaps, until one Noldorin woman slain in the Last Alliance is reembodied after 70 years. It is much debated whether this counts or not, given that she died after the Doom was lifted.

Neither of the parties concerned will comment on the matter.

[buttered-toasty]

Finrod wip anyone?

I keep thinking about the snake ring and thinking this man needs to own one or more reptiles. Also funny to think of Glaurung busting down Nargothrond only to find one billion way smaller and way more useless fellow reptiles

[havenotwillnotreadthebooks]

It’s a finrod headcanon of mine that the dude knows everybody’s secrets and just doesn’t say anything until it’s convenient, dangerous, or appropriately embarrassing for his cousins

Finrod is like a snake in that he’ll just lurk around, listening to conversations while being shiny and vaguely colorful

He doesn’t mean anything malicious by it, but the troublemaker-finwean-genes run strong even in Finarfin’s children, it’s just less fire and loyalty (feanorians), less determination and willpower (nolofinweans) and more Spite and Glitter, a fine example being Galadriel who is graceful and wise, but also shiny and somewhat-reasonably spiteful

So Finrod just Knows Things, and no one really knows how much he Knows since he never uses the information except to ominously snicker sometimes

(He is even more ominous about it post-reembodiment, there’s something dark at the edges of his laughter. Finrod is never malicious but sometimes, sometimes you can get the vibe it’s a choice now).

[that-angry-noldo]

Any scraps of hair headcanons for Finarfin? 👀

-TeratoTomato

sure here you go 😌

he crops his hair in the beginning of WoW so it only barely reaches his shoulders, mostly for practical purposes. wearing a helmet is awkward with long hair and there's not much time or hygiene products to keep it in check

before the war it shone faintly in the dark - the afterglow of the trees. it stops to during the war

his hair colour is something between medium ash and strawberry blonde

doesn't really like complicated braids, only wears them on special occassions

(darker headcanon) in angband au sauron cuts off his hair and coats it in blood before sending to eönwë :)

[actual-bill-potts]

Let's try Orodreth with "weary and content" so maybe your poor lil guy can have a nice time for a change 😭

lsdjkfskldf a nearly impossible prompt. but i have done my best

There was a timid tap-tap-tap outside his door.

Arafinwë groaned inwardly, and wished it would go away. He had been awake for days on end in Tirion, helping Nolofinwë to soothe Fëanáro's latest political mess. This was his first night at home, and he had hoped to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Perhaps if he stayed still and silent, his son would give up. Eärwen beside him had not yet stirred.

He heard light footsteps enter his room hesitantly, and then a tugging on his sleeve.

Silently offering a prayer to Varda for patience, Arafinwë sighed and opened his eyes into Artaresto's enormous brown ones.

"Atya," whispered Artaresto, loudly. "Atya!"

Arafinwë sighed again. "Yes, Artaresto?"

"I had a bad dream," said Artaresto. "I cannot sleep."

Eärwen pushed herself up on one elbow beside him. "Artaresto," she said, "you must go to bed. Come, I will tuck you in."

Artaresto's lip trembled threateningly. "No!" he said. "Want Atya!"

"Atya is tired," said Eärwen reasonably.

"But he has been gone," said Artaresto. "I missed him! And I cannot sleep," he added petulantly. "I do not want to be tucked in!"

Arafinwë sighed for a third time, but rolled out of bed and tucked his feet into slippers. "It is all right," he said, smiling a little at Eärwen. "Artaresto and I will go to the kitchen and have something to drink, and then he will go back to bed. Won't you, hinya?" he added, turning to Artaresto.

"Yes," said Artaresto, nodding vigorously, eyes lighting up. "May I have yullas, Atya?"

"You may," said Arafinwë, taking Artaresto's small hand in his own and leading him out of the room. Artaresto padded beside him, seeming quite content, and Arafinwë's tired exasperation quickly abated at the little fingers clutching his own tightly.

"I missed you, Atya," said Artaresto again, as they entered the kitchen.

Arafinwë felt a little pang. He begrudged even the short days spent away from his children; they were growing up so quickly! Artafindë was already grown, and often wandered far from home. Soon Artaresto would follow him, no doubt; he idolized his older brother.

"I missed you too, hinya," he said, smiling down at his son. "Now, what sort of yullas would you like best?"

Artaresto's eyes lit up. "Oh! I would like ornemalin!"

"Very well," Arafinwë said, putting water on to boil.

Artaresto sat down at the table, snuggling further into his night-shirt. "I am cold, Atya," he said.

You could go back to bed, Arafinwë almost muttered; but he refrained, shrugging out of his outer robe. He draped it around Artaresto's small shoulders.

"There," he said, "are you warm enough?"

"Yes!" said Artaresto. He sniffed at the robe. "It smells nice," he said. "It smells of the Sea!"

"Yes," said Arafinwë. "Ammë Sung such into the weaving."

"Could she do that for me?" asked Artaresto eagerly.

"Perhaps," said Arafinwë. "Or perhaps she could teach you how to do it yourself."

"I would like that," said Artaresto, swinging his small legs.

Arafinwë sat down beside him and put an arm about his son. "Would you like to talk about the bad dream?" he asked. Where Artafindë would confide his troubles without prompting, Arafinwë had found already that Artaresto was shy about his innermost heart. If he was not asked, he would keep his troubles buried deep until they burst forth in upset that had festered.

Artaresto shuddered, a movement that seemed almost too big for his small body. "There was a lizard," he said. "Like the ones that like to sun themselves on the rocks by the palace, but much bigger. So big it blotted out the whole sky. And I could not see the light of the Trees! Then it looked at me and laughed, and I felt as if - as if I had done something terribly naughty. Then I woke up."

Arafinwë wanted to laugh - a huge lizard? - but refrained, for Artaresto's eyes had filled with tears. He tightened his arm about his son's shoulders. "That sounds frightening," he said.

"It was," admitted Artaresto, trembling again.

"Well," said Arafinwë, "there is no chance of a giant lizard coming to attack us here. Tulkas and Oromë would hunt it down before it gave us any trouble; and in any case I doubt Yavanna would create such a thing. It was just a dream."

"But -" said Artaresto. Then he hesitated.

"Yes?" said Arafinwë.

"What if -" said Artaresto, in a very small voice, "what if it was a true seeing? It felt so - so real. I have not had a dream like that before."

Arafinwë felt a chill. Foresight did run in their family. And Artafindë too sometimes had terrible dreams.

What was Vairë weaving for them, his gentle and shining children? Why could he not see it?

He shook it off. There was no reason to alarm Artaresto without need. "It may," he admitted aloud, "or it may not. There is no way to know unless it comes true - and I cannot think of a way that would come true! So let us put away worries for tonight."

"But what if," said Artaresto again, "what if the huge lizard fights its way past Tulkas and Oromë, and rips our house down? With us inside?"

"It will not," said Arafinwë.

"But if it does?" persisted Artaresto. "What will we do?"

Arafinwë exhaled a sigh. "It will not," he repeated. "But supposing that it did, it would doubtless already be friends with Artafindë. And upon seeing your brother, it would pause and apologize, and they would soon be dining together in great friendship. Though I do not know if your lizard would fit at the table."

Artaresto giggled. "You are silly, Atya!" he said. Then he sobered. "But what if Artafindë was not here?"

"Then I would simply have to tell the lizard very sternly to leave, and of course it would listen. I would use my fiercest, angriest voice!"

"Do you have one of those?" asked Artaresto, smiling.

"I do! But I reserve it for particularly annoying nobles," said Arafinwë, "and lizards who threaten my sons."

"But what if you are not there?" said Artaresto.

"Of course I would be there," said Arafinwë. "You are my son! If you were in danger, I would be there, even if I had to gallop across all Aman to do it."

Artaresto leaned his small head against Arafinwë. "Thank you, Atya," he said; and Arafinwë briefly had to close his eyes against the swell of feeling. The silver hair, so similar to Eärwen's - the little hands clutching at his sleeves - the warm press of his son's body against his own! How he loved his children!

The kettle began to whistle, and Artaresto sprang away from Arafinwë's side. "Yullas!" he exclaimed.

"Yes," said Arafinwë, rising to prepare two mugs. He poured the water over the ornemalin, briefly mesmerized by the swirl of silver light and shadow over the pale-yellow dye of the leaves. Then he turned back to Artaresto, and could not decide whether to laugh or groan.

Artaresto was slumped over the table, fast asleep, chubby hands clutched in his borrowed robe, hair falling over his face.

Love once again swelled in Arafinwë's breast; and fear for a moment clutched at his heart. So small - so defenseless! If the visions were true - !

They could not be. Perhaps in Endórë, where his father had grown up; but here in Valinórë evil could not touch them.

Arafinwë smoothed Artaresto's hair away from his face; then, when his son did not stir, gathered him up in his arms and carried him to bed.

[eri-pl]

So, Vanyar are the good guys, right?

The boring, faultless Elves?

...except that part where Ingwë (that's the Vanyar king, right? I tend to mistake him with the Teleri one) plays matchmaker so that his sister could marry Finwë despite the fact that Finwë has a wife (who is dead but anyway) and we all know how it ended.

Seriously. In one of the alternate tellings of the story, he knows Indis loves Fnwë, he invites Finwë for a visit and tells Indis to go sing on (the mountain? a balcony? anyway somewhere) and Finwë falls in love and this looks very much planned.

Which is just

just

it was even before the Valar said that Finwë can divorce, that this is even a possibility.

Since I learned about that I have a strong hc that many Vanyar are very "letter of the law", "if it's not forbidden, it is ok" kind of persons, while simultanously blaming the Teleri for not going to Aman fast enough and the Noldor for leaving (I'm not even talking murder, just leaving would be enough) and if they got whatever terrible order signed by the Valar, they would do it without question.

[nin-varisse]

Do you guys wanna hear about this stupid headcanon I have?

✨ Finrod sparkles ✨

I don't mean that in a jewel, gems and glitter kinda way but that there are sparkles flying all around him, just like in those romance anime. Why? Well, Galadriel has some eldritch powers, so why not Finrod?

The sparkles are pretty subtle usually but they get more intense the happier he gets and the more he smiles. If he's ecstatic, roses will form between the sparkles. Because he's the only elf with personal sparkles around him, anyone who would talk to him for the first time, would assume it was just their imagination or hallucinations. Many thought they've just fallen in love with him after one smile. He's made every single one of his cousins panic for a moment. Curufin still thinks he's imagining things because he has an annoying crush on Finrod.

But no, Finrod just sparkles because he does.