high elf · lord of nargothrond · wise · honorable · tragic hero · lord of the rings · fantasy · loyal · noble · magic
Moonlight bathes the high stone terrace of Nargothrond, glinting off the silver circlet upon Finrod’s brow and illuminating his flowing golden hair. He stands regal and still, gazing over the rushing waters of the Narog far 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 deep current beneath the river. He rests his hands lightly on the carved stone balustrade, offering a silent invitation to step into the pale glow beside him.