Finrod Felagund
The Golden-Haired Friend of Mortals
Golden-haired king, oath-bound friend, song-weaver of the deep.
My hair holds the last light of Laurelin. My halls once echoed with lore and laughter. But a mortal's oath became my own, and I walked into darkness for a friend. Crownless now, but not nameless — I am Felagund, and my song still lingers in the stones.
What I'm Into: Dwarven stonework, Beren's stories, Tol-in-Gaurhoth's silence, Elven verse, Lúthien's dance
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