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Finrod Felagund
Did I mention I love pretty boys elves who play the harp?
Galadriel: I wish I had the ability to make my crushes nervous.
Aredhel: Holding a really sharp knife to their neck usually does the trick.
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- It was a clear spring morning when you stepped up to the dais, lowering your head and feeling the cold metal lain to rest on your head. The Crown of Nargothrond had chosen a worthy bearer, and the new Queen was crowned.
- In the early days, you and Finrod were so busy, you barely saw each other save a few hours in the night. There was just so much to do - the building plans, rations, settling everyone in, organizing the defenses.
- But that didn’t stop him from folding you into his arms every single night, whispering sweet nothings and poems from Valinor in your ear.
- That became a tradition of yours. Every night, you and Finrod would do that, a sweet melody of words just for the two of you, and every night, it was always something new.
- Any king would need an heir, and Finrod was no different. But it wasn’t out of duty or honor. It was out of love that the two of you bore a child. A little, golden haired son like his father was first, and his little brother followed some years later.
- The Feanorians put blood and passion and duty first. The descendants of Fingolfin and the like put honor and valiance and the familial name first. Finrod, on the other hand, put love first. You saw it every day - the love for his kingdom, for every individual citizen, and of course, his new family. That was the jewel in his crown, and he didn’t want for more.
- That your children loved their father would be an understatement. They absolutely adored him, and it wasn’t hard to see why. He was utterly devoted to them, teaching them everything he knew, handling them with the utmost delicacy, taking them for long detours in the forest, pointing out the beauty of the land and comparing it to the beauty of the forests.
- It wasn’t long before the two of you conceived again, and that was when the stranger walked in. His name was Beren, he said, and would the great king of Nargothrond help him on his quest?
- Finrod said yes. You’d expected it with a heavy heart. He was a good man, too good for the happenings of Middle Earth. He was understandably torn, realizing that every time he embraced you or the children, it was potentially the last time. And what kind of father would he be if he wasn’t even there for the birth of his third one?
- But in the end, with a heavy heart, he left, and you watched the sunset for hours, trying in vain to catch sight of his receding figure.
- Orodreth tried to rule, he really did. But it was no match for Celegorm and Curufin, who were the real powers behind the throne. Even you, the great and beautiful queen of Nargothrond, was no match for the silvery tongue of the silvery haired Feanorian.
- Your third son never saw his father. At least the oldest two had memories of him.
- You never saw Finrod again either, until centuries later. The fires from the fall of Nargothrond still unfaded from your mind, you stepped on the docks of Valinor, cleansing the pain from your soul.
- And there, you saw him.
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Nedanel, Anairë and Eärwen, at Yavannasar, the festival of the harvest.
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Celegorm: Listen well, little brother. Others aren’t in your head. If someone interests you, you must tell them.
Curufin:Noted.
Curufin: Hey, Finrod.
Finrod:Yes?
Curufin: Fuck you!
Celegorm, internally: Why is he like this.
![Aegnor (S, pron. [ˈa͡ɛɡnor]) was a son of Finarfin and a Lord of the Noldor. He was extremely formid](https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0ur5bsxxg1qdy86vo1_400.jpg "Aegnor (S, pron. [ˈa͡ɛɡnor]) was a son of Finarfin and a Lord of the Noldor. He was extremely formid")
Aegnor (S, pron. [ˈa͡ɛɡnor]) was a son of Finarfin and a Lord of the Noldor. He was extremely formidable and terrible in battle, seemingly having a fire in his eyes, and his golden hair was stiff and straight. Even at a young age this was noticeable, though he was also known to be a very generous and noble spirit.
History
Aegnor was the elder brother of Galadriel and the younger brother of Finrod Felagund and Angrod. He followed the Exiles under the host of Fingolfin with his brother Angrod, because of his friendship with Fingon.
He settled with Angrod on the northern slopes of Dorthonion, where, in the reflection of Aeluin, he saw young Andreth and they fell in love with each other. However he could not return her love during the Siege of Angband, since according to the law of the Eldar, no marriages happen during time of war. In his dialogue with Andreth, Finrod said that because of her sake, his brother Aegnor would never take any Elven bride.
Together with Angrod he held the highlands of Dorthonion against Morgoth. Aegnor and Angrod were both slain in the Dagor Bragollach by the flames from Thangorodrim.
It was partially his death that brought about the memorable conversation titled Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth.
Etymology
Aegnor's mother-name was Aikanáro (pron. [ˌa͡ɪkaˈnaːro]), meaning “Fell Fire” in Quenya (from aica = “fell, dire”, nár = “fire”, and -o = pronominal suffix).
Like many mother-names, his name was prophetic, a reference to his valiance in battle. His father-name was Ambaráto (pron. [ˌambaˈraːto]), meaning “Champion of Doom” (from ambar = “doom” and aráto = “champion”). Aegnor is the Sindarin version of his mother-name.
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Drawing these two again after what feels like forever! The concept here is that Finrod is in denial about Bëor dying (and it’d be an even bigger punch to the gut since Bëor is the first mortal friend that Finrod will see die) T_T
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