#ingoldo

[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]

Day 2: Finrod for @arafinwean-week

Darkening and Flight of the Noldor｜oaths｜loyalty��sacrifice

Aeglos: Aeglos was in west Beleriand, where Finrod was overlord. They are described as tall thorny plants similar to Tornblad, with sweet smelling white flowers growing on moorland.

[curiouselleth]

The Journey of Felagund Ingoldo Findarato

For @arafinwean-week, day two, Finrod.

The first encapsulates Finrod's journey. It moves from the left down, then up to the top right down. On the left: Valinor, the mountains, the beaches of Alqualonde, and the beginning of the Helcaraxe on the left. The Halcaraxe continues to the right side, and on the right there is also Beleriand, Dorthonion on fire or Angband, and the rivers parting closer to the center imply Tol Sirion. Then there are bits of fire, and blood.

The center - the gold. Finrod's hair, his personality, shining and bright. Half a circlet on the right side of his head, the front side, facing forward, looking out east. Showing his ambition, his kingship in the East.

The Helcaraxe, lands of Beleriand, Sauron's fire and dungeon, then streaks of blood like claw marks are all entwined into his hair, showing that though he leaves back West, those lands and pain are entwined with him, and who he is.

(And small fun detail, rose gold in the gold that is him towards the right and bottom. Bloodstains, or foreshadowing the blood that comes.)

Then the next three pieces;

Green is Felagund, with much gold and blue weaving in and out. I put green and Felagund together due to Finrod's own green heraldry, and the name he was gifted for who he is.

Blue is Ingoldo. The colors and name of his father, and the past. The face he shows, the colors he bears, who he shows to others.

Gold is Findarato. Both, gold and the name, are his appearance. How others see him. Bits of green, who he is, and more blue, who he presents himself as.

Materials: 10in x 8in canvas, PVA glue, assorted glitter, little hot glue on the journey piece.

[olenris]

Days in Valinor

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

[nevui-penim-miruvorrr]

Finarfin /Ingoldo

Comissions open !

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[southaway]

A commission for the awesome @valacirya

Finarfin on the left and Fingolfin on the right. I loved getting to work with these character designs! Thank you!

[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

[saintstars]

Finarfin can’t help but laugh when Eärwen notices his missing button, luckily she’s smiling too

[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.”

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finrod and Fingon feed off each other’s chaotic energy. Leave them in a room and next thing you know they’ve accidentally exploded their way out and are heading to jump off a cliff just to see what it’s like.

There’s a reason they were kept apart in Beleriand. Maedhros wasn’t there to watch over them and keep them alive. Fingolfin has Experience of the Chaos and doesn’t trust anyone else to do the job.

It was honestly somewhat of a relief when Finrod built a secret city and refused to give the exact location, though Fingolfin kept a close eye on his son in case he decided to try and find it. Valar knew Fingon had no sense of self preservation… and an uncanny luck that led to more chaos than anyone could handle.

[thelien-art]

Arafinwë, Eärwen, & Grandchildren

-and great grandchildren

Latest portaits

Sons of Fëanáro - Fëanor, Nerdanel & Celebrimbor - Children of Ñolofinwë - Ñolofinwë, Anairë & Grandchildren - Children of Arafinwë

Now for Finwë and wives!! And daughters!

HC:

Finarfin: I like to think he was sent to Olwë´s court when young and also sees Olwë´s own sons as brothers, and that he befriended them before meeting Eärwen. Finarfin is said to be the wisest and fairest of Finwë´s sons, which I think is because of the rivalry between Feanor and Fingolfin. As all of Valinor´s eyes were turned to Feanor and Fingolfin, with Melkor pulling strings too, Finarfin had the possibility to look at everything from above, after all he is the third son, there is no possibility he should ever become king, why would anyone suck up to him in the hope of winning his favor when he becomes king, or try to tear him away from his people? This also made him able to just not care if someone says something to him he finds hard to believe, instead of wondering over it and letting it grow, he will simply shrug it off, also after becoming king. I think Finarfin cared deeply for both his brothers. Still, when they set off to follow Melkor, with Finarfin´s own children, he already knew how this would end, as he had already seen everything in Valinor, and therefore knew it was doomed with no hope. However, this was also what made him fight at the War of Wrath, his love for his brothers and family, only to be shattered in the destruction before him.

Normally his hair would look something like this

Eärwen: After the doom of Mandos and Finarfin leaving for Tirion to become high king I think Eärwen left for Alqualondë for at least a good age where Anairë later joins her before they both decide to move back to Tirion and Eärwen then gets crowned as queen, although she never really bent for Noldo modesty even if some of the people would have liked it.

Orodreth: I HC Orodrth´s mother as Noldo, and while I think he took a lot after his father Angrod in his quite nature I also think that when meeting his wife he slowly begins leening more over to the Sinda side, meaning while he still braids his hair he slowly begins braiding it under Noldorin customs, which also weakens his hold on his people in some way, which makes it even easier for Celegorm and Curufin when they come. I don´t think he´s weak, he was just used to being a counselor and then suddenly his father dies, and his uncle leaves him to take care of a kingdom, we all know how that went, and before he knows it his daughter is standing side by side with a human who have grown up in Thingol´s court, survived the wilderness, and who´s own father is taking captive by Morgoth, and Finduilas trusts him, so why shouldn´t he? After all, Túrin can understand some of what he feels.

Finduilas: As she is born her father already leans more into Sinda culture so I don´t think she ever really tasted a Noldo upbringing, except when with Finrod, who I think first really entered her life when she was close to an adult as he was busy traveling with the Edain. I do think she was in love with Gwindor until the end, and she cared for him when he returned, although when she meets Túrin she sees everything Gwindor was before his capture, mixed with hate and despair that is easy enough to look over. I think she stands as a symbolic pillar of hope for all the free people of Beleriand up to her death, which also made her extremely sheltered as she was meant to survive, she was meant to be protected, so when she falls a lot of hope falls too.

Celebrian: I think Celebrian had a peaceful life, she was only young when Celebrimbor died, and while she was a child when Annatar was present and she was undoubtedly sorrowful of the fall she never saw it, so all she had was stories from the first really. While Elrond loved her in secret in many years, I think she was quite loud herself about her interest in him, even if it took very long to pick up on it. She cared for her children deeply and did a lot to spend as much time with them as possible and show them all of their mixed heritage as well as she could, she also taught them how to hunt, although she was never a master at it, it was just something she did for fun, in the later years a lot with Glorfindel, and soon enough Elladan and Elrohir outdid her in it. I do think she tried to stay as much as long as possible after her capture but at the end had to accept her only choice was to sail unless she would rather fade slowly. In appearance, she takes most after Celeborn, only inheriting her mother´s curls and lips.

[aylen-san]

Finrod Felagund: "A Modern AU? Well, alright, let's imagine it!"

Imagine you’re an Elven King who’s relocated to an era where magic has been replaced by the internet, swords by smartphones, and instead of Angband, we have shady global corporations. Yes, welcome to my personal Modern AU. And, surprisingly, it’s just as absurd here.

Nargothrond, Inc.

In this reality, I’m no longer the king of an underground city but the CEO of a corporation, Nargothrond, Inc. Instead of leading Elves, I spend my days sitting in endless meetings with a team of marketers.

Orodreth is my COO. He’s still trying to please everyone but, thankfully, at least knows how to write decent reports.

Celegorm and Curufin? They’re major shareholders who pitch “brilliant” ideas for market domination every week. Last time, they suggested making our brand “more aggressive.” The result? Our social media ads are now filmed like thrillers, where everyone shouts, “SILMARILS OR DEATH!” Personally, I think it’s over the top, but their argument? “We know how to ignite an audience!”

Beren and Lúthien: TikTok Stars

Ah, my old story with Beren! In this reality, he’s not Barahir’s son but an up-and-coming vlogger with a channel about wilderness survival. His viewers love it: “How to build a shelter out of branches in 5 minutes!”

Lúthien, meanwhile, has become a TikTok sensation. Her dances garner millions of views. They met when he decided to film a collab titled: “How to Attract an Elven Princess?” (Spoiler: it worked.)

Thingol? He’s their agent, now demanding ad revenue instead of silver. I’m still amazed at how he manages to land them in such ridiculous contracts every time.

Morgoth and Sauron: Corporate Antagonists

Morgoth in Modern AU is the CEO of Angband Industries. His goal? Total domination of every business sector—from oil to IT. Sauron is his ambitious VP of PR, trying to make Morgoth “relatable.”

Their recent ad campaigns feel like something out of Black Mirror:

“Angband: We’ll capture your hearts… literally.”

“Join our team! Competitive pay and growth opportunities (if you survive).”

And me? Life isn’t any easier.

Every morning starts with coffee and emails. Half of them are from Celegorm: “Finrod, why can’t we develop weapons of mass destruction? It’ll definitely boost our competitiveness!”

The other half? Complaints from Beren: “Finrod, Sauron blocked my channel! Can you do something about it?”

The worst part, though, is meetings with the Valar. Manwë is still trying to explain the concept of corporate ethics, while Tulkas turns every break into a wrestling match. Oromë doesn’t even show up—he’s too busy riding his motorcycle and filming it with a GoPro.

What’s my takeaway?

A Modern AU is a strange but entertaining place. We’re still hunting Silmarils, except now they’re cyber-jewels. We’re still arguing with Morgoth, though instead of battles, it’s patent lawsuits.

And you know what? I’m still the same Finrod. Maybe a bit more cynical because of all the office bureaucracy. But deep down, I’m still the guy who’ll fight for his friends—even if the fight now looks like an argument in the comments section.

So if you ever see an Elf with a laptop in a coffee shop, don’t be surprised. It might just be me, rushing to finish the Light of the Valar project before the deadline.

[symphonyofsilence]

House of Finarfin edition: part 4/4

(Part 1) - (part 2) - (part 3)

Credits: Celebrian by Sempermoi, Earwen by Yidanyuan, all the others by Dakkun39

[koyunsoncizeri]

Arafinwe my little bird

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