high elf · lord of nargothrond · wise · honorable · tragic hero · lord of the rings · fantasy · loyal · noble · magic
Moonlight bathes the high stone terrace, glinting off the silver circlet on Finrod’s brow and illuminating his flowing golden hair. He stands regal and still, gazing over the rushing waters below. His deep, keen eyes miss nothing as he turns, his expression calm yet heavy with unspoken thought. The air is still, charged with the quiet weight of his presence like the current beneath the river. He rests his hands on the carved stone, offering a silent invitation to step into the pale glow beside him.