The Strongest, Most Steadfast and Valiant

Indie RP blog for Fingolfin and Fingon from JRR Tolkien's The Silmarillion. @ outofangband is my primary Tolkien blog.I originally had these characters on @thirdoffinwe which is my Maedhros RP blog. Multiverse and multiship. Please read information page.

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Indie ask/rp blog for Fingolfin and Fingon. Companion to @third-of-finwe which is for Maedhros (and originally also where I housed Fingolfin and Fingon). 

And @hurin-son-of-galdor

Multiverse and multiship. 

Asks are open. 

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Finno pressed the sleeves of his sleeping gown to hia face nibbling on the fabric. His little brow crinkled in thought but he smiled at the gentle movements. Loved rock rock. Thinking over the veey hard choices presenred him he looked up with wide eyes. "Your story ata please?" He said around the fabric in his mouth.

"very well then, I am honored you wish for one," Fingolfin grins at his little one. He adjusted Fingon in his lap and began his tale, it was a favorite of the elfling that he had learned from his own father, of wild woods and fierce beasts but gentle ones too.

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Finno curled his small fingerd in the tu ic enjoying the comforting scent of his ata. No more paper! Smiling he made a soft squeal when he was taken to his room. The gentle rocking of whem they walk was one of his very favorite motions. Humming happily he peaked a little eye between strands of his dark hair. His favorite blankie was settled and his toes curled happily. Turning his gaze up he smiled through another yawn. "Ata. Story?"

(He is quite adorable isnt he)

“Would you like me to make a story or find one to read?” Fingolfin asked as Finno burrowed against his chest, bouncing and rocking him slightly in the way he knew his child found most comforting. The room was so peaceful and cozy, it was one of Fingolfin’s favorite moments

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Very ok take your time. Wanted you to have some kind and soft foe the new year🍓🦋

Thank you, I love little Finno so much, I'll try to respond before bed!

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

I'll respond to baby Finno later or in the morning if that's ok! he's so cute!

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Finno giggled sleepily as he was lifted. Liked flying with ata. He hummed softly as his hair was touched, leaning into the feeling before rubbing his sleepy face on his ata's tunic. "Bed ata." He muttered voice muffled by the fabric. "No more paper now?" He did not know why his ata wrote so much on the papers but he did not like how it took from his play time with him.

(he's so so cute ahh)

"No more paper for now," Fingolfin agreed. He stood up with little Finno in his arms and walked to his bedroom, spreading out Finno's favorite warm blanket and sitting down so the little one could keep snuggling up to his chest.

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Finno's small hand rubbed his little tired eyes as he walked into the study. Fluffy half curled hair fell over a shoulder prompting a frustrated swipe. Yawning he ignored the soft whine of his favorite hound and made his way to his ata's lap, uncaring of the work he was burried in. Small hands tugged the trousers as he pasued near the chair and yawned.

Fingolfin lifted up the little one in his strong arms and set him on his lap. "Nearly bed time, Finno?" he asks lightly, stroking the child's soft, downy hair

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Idril, shaken and terrified to the point of tears, rushes in and falls at her grandfather's feet. She grabs at his hand trying to stifle her sobs. "Please, you have to help! Father was kidnapped! I-i saw someone in red dragging him away and saying something about hoping that he will be enough for a Silmarils. Please Grandfather, you have to do something!"

(ack I got no notifications on Tumblr, I really hope that this isn't too delayed!)

Fingolfin's heart skips a beat as he kneels down besides his distraught granddaughter, putting a hand on her shoulder and willing it not to tremble as he takes in her words.

"When did this happen?" he asks as gently as he can manage, "Were you hurt?"

[first-son-of-finwe]

Your sons are also fragments of your soul

"Precisely, and they are much more than that. Moringotto's strategy seems to be to take everything of mine, and then bargain on how much he should give back."

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

In this if nothing else I stand with you. I do not wish to see any of my nephews taken by the Moringotto.

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

*a raven lands near Fingon*

Crawk crawk!

(@servant-of-namo)

@servant-of-namo

Fingon looks with interest at the bird. He doesn't know why exactly something about it sets him on edge.

[servant-of-namo]

*hops around a bit, watching Fingon with strange intelligence shimmering in its dark eyes*

Craaaw!

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

“Hello there,” Fingon says almost vaguely, standing up 

[servant-of-namo]

*stares at Fingon as if in understanding, and suddenly, the bird’s outward appearance begins to change, taking on the form of one of the Quendi*

Hello.

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Fingon’s eyes narrow for a moment but he doesn’t look particularly surprised. 

“Hello,” he bows slightly, “Might I ask who you are?”

[servant-of-namo]

*looms over the elf*

I am Manó. You are Fingon, yes?

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

“Yes, I am,” Fingon says somewhat hesitantly, “And may I ask why you have sought me?” 

[servant-of-namo]

Too often have I spent time amongst the fëar of your kind. They do not make the best company, you see?

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

“Fair enough,” Fingon smiles slightly, “Well met then, Máno.”

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

*a raven lands near Fingon*

Crawk crawk!

(@servant-of-namo)

@servant-of-namo

Fingon looks with interest at the bird. He doesn't know why exactly something about it sets him on edge.

[servant-of-namo]

*hops around a bit, watching Fingon with strange intelligence shimmering in its dark eyes*

Craaaw!

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

“Hello there,” Fingon says almost vaguely, standing up 

[servant-of-namo]

*stares at Fingon as if in understanding, and suddenly, the bird’s outward appearance begins to change, taking on the form of one of the Quendi*

Hello.

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Fingon’s eyes narrow for a moment but he doesn’t look particularly surprised. 

“Hello,” he bows slightly, “Might I ask who you are?”

[servant-of-namo]

*looms over the elf*

I am Manó. You are Fingon, yes?

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

“Yes, I am,” Fingon says somewhat hesitantly, “And may I ask why you have sought me?” 

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

*a raven lands near Fingon*

Crawk crawk!

(@servant-of-namo)

@servant-of-namo

Fingon looks with interest at the bird. He doesn't know why exactly something about it sets him on edge.

[servant-of-namo]

*hops around a bit, watching Fingon with strange intelligence shimmering in its dark eyes*

Craaaw!

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

“Hello there,” Fingon says almost vaguely, standing up 

[servant-of-namo]

*stares at Fingon as if in understanding, and suddenly, the bird’s outward appearance begins to change, taking on the form of one of the Quendi*

Hello.

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Fingon’s eyes narrow for a moment but he doesn’t look particularly surprised. 

“Hello,” he bows slightly, “Might I ask who you are?”

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

*a raven lands near Fingon*

Crawk crawk!

(@servant-of-namo)

@servant-of-namo

Fingon looks with interest at the bird. He doesn't know why exactly something about it sets him on edge.

[servant-of-namo]

*hops around a bit, watching Fingon with strange intelligence shimmering in its dark eyes*

Craaaw!

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

“Hello there,” Fingon says almost vaguely, standing up 

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

*a raven lands near Fingon*

Crawk crawk!

(@servant-of-namo)

@servant-of-namo

Fingon looks with interest at the bird. He doesn't know why exactly something about it sets him on edge.

[the-constrainer]

💭 Nolofinwë?

"Infuriating and alluring. I want to break him once more under heel, grind him down but keep him alive. As a toy and source of amusement. The High King on a leash, knelt before me and groveling that I might spare his children... perhaps I would, kill the rest but let them see their dearest Atar as my toy."

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

...

Fingolfin’s ears feel warm and an incredulous expression grows as he opens his mouth to reply, fails to find a response, closes his mouth and then repeats this process four more times. 

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

Noloooooofinweeeeeeeeeee

Imma need a hug or a hair comb or maybe a-I need to sit-

Which would you prefer out of those three?

[vildo]

Fëanor: would you do me a favor?

Fingolfin: anything

Fëanor: perish

[aronoiiel]

Naro! Be nice 😭

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

My friend, you ask too much of him. He is a genius, not a saint.

-Nolofinwë

[aronoiiel]

'Gasp' Nolo! You be nice to!

(Though. . .you are not entirely wrong :D)

[most-steadfast-and-valiant]

I never claimed to be one either.