Due to an unfortunate mishap with a door, Finrod has been turned into a wolf. He's not happy about it. He's also hoping that he doesn't run into any friends or relations who might try to stab him or something. For now, he's just curled up in a corner of the main room, bright blue eyes scanning the room for anyone familiar.

Finrod is sitting in a large bay window in the library, sketchbook in hand. He is drawing the great hall of the Nargothrond from memory, smiling slightly as he remembered the happier days of his kingdom, when there was at least temporary peace. He wondered how his friends and his people fared now, he doubted that he would ever see them again... ( Read more... )

Back to right after the mansion exploded...

First, we recap. Edrahil has led Finrod to a stream a short ways away from the mansion to fuss at him and make sure he's alright after he took a bit of rubble to the temple and was knocked out during the explosion. Then they were cute and handholdy.Now, though, it is late and they've fallen asleep. ( Read more... )

( Meme because the typist was bored and the elf is crackplotted. )

Here we have an almost bouncy Elflord. This is even more unusual because it's not Angrod. Finrod is perched in an open window an open book proped on knee that he isn't paying attention to. He's looking out the window, a small smile on his face that has become a permanent part of his expression. He's in a terrific mood, and wouldn't mind being ( Read more... )

Finrod sat outside with his back against a tree, facing the lake, lost in thought. He held a bit of wood and a small knife, carving more for something to do with his hands than anything else. It's a bird, showing signs of being refined into a fairly accurate representation of an eagle. It is his second carving of the afternoon, the first was ( Read more... )

Finrod sits on the porch, he's taken to avoiding closed-in spaces even more since his second death, and keeps outside as much as possible. He has found a blank book and sits with it open in his lap, not really intending to write or draw anything in particular. He doodles with a small stick of charcoal, almost unconciously, and he almost starts ( Read more... )

Rumor has it that Sauron has been defeated. Again. And so, here we have a slightly confused Elflord who is sincerely hoping that he wasn't dead too long this time. He sends a brief thought Valar-wards, hoping that he won't run into Sauron or any of his various minions, because he doesn't actually know that Sauron doesn't have minions here, and ( Read more... )

Were one to enter the library, in a back corner near a chair one might find an overturned glass of red wine. Further inspection would reveal that the wine is not the only red thing all over the floor and that most of it is coming from the far too still body of an Elf. Finrod Felagund lays on his back, one dead eye staring fixedly up at the ( Read more... )