Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

172. Finrod - Stargazing

Finrod x human!Reader

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A/N: A big thank you to Saviorsongwrites ​ who helped heavily edit the dialogue for this fic to make sure it was certainly Finrod! Love you bunches and am so grateful for all your help!

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You lay quietly in the grass, listening to the soft rustling of the trees and grass as a soft breeze blew through. Cool and gentle against your skin, with your eyes transfixed on the cloudless sky above. A waning moon tonight, affording you the opportunity to see all of the glittering stars overhead, yet allowing you to enjoy the splendor of the moon overhead. Each star twinkling so bright overhead, you were simply enchanted with the sight.

Though you were not of the Eldar, you held a great love for the glittering sight overhead. Unable to resist spending almost every night gazing up at them in wonder, even if that meant you had to sneak out the doors of your hosts kingdom to do so. Though there was no consequence to it, as the King of Nargothrond was equally as guilty. Following you out of the caves and halls to join you every now and again, just as he had now.

"Finrod..." You began in a soft voice, turning your head to look over at the ellon who laid next to you. Glowing just as the stars did, his eyes bright and shimmering and dressed richly in greens and golds as he lay there. The King had always valued your friendship since you two had met, and never had he let status get in the way of that.

"Hmm?" He hummed out, turning his golden head to look over at you, a smile pulling at his lips. A hand beneath his head and the other resting on his stomach, while you lay there gently fiddling with the grass beneath your fingers.

"How were the stars created?" You asked him with curiosity evident in your voice, the King beside you smiling at your question. He had been wondering when you'd finally ask, for he knew that you'd be fascinated and enamored with Varda. If her creations transfixed you then Finrod deduced you'd certainly enjoy to hear about the Ainur. He had heavily considered sharing with you about the Ainulindale, but decided on answering things as you asked.

"The stars in the Heavens above were created by the Vala, Varda the shining light of Valinor. " He explained to you with a warm smile still on his face and you nodded at his words, turning your head back to the sky above soaking in the knowledge he had given you. It wasn't deeply detailed, but you had learned to trust the Eldar and their immense wisdom and knowledge. You knew sometimes things just came out very simply instead of long and complex. Such simplicity was a welcome relief in comparing the current complexity that the world around you seemed to be facing.

"What of the moon and sun?" You pressed, the same curiosity in your voice. Finrod was quiet for a moment in thought, watching you. It was not often he got to enjoy your company quite like this and he savored this moment with you. Knowing it would pass him by far too quickly and very unfairly.

"Does the story of Yavanna's creation and destruction of Telperion and Laurelin still dance in your mind?" He asked you in his soft playful and musical voice, when you looked over at him once more there was a smile that pulled at his lips. You couldn't help but mirror his expression,

"It does. You said that it was Morgoth and Ungoliant who destroyed the trees, causing what the Eldar call the darkening." You responded, letting your fingers brush through the grass before you turned over on your side to listen attentively to his words. Unable to fathom truly what such a time could've looked like, a world without the moon and the sun. Finrod nodded at your words, bunching more of his long golden strands beneath his head, and setting his golden circlet a little off kilter.

"Yes, after Ungoliant had destroyed the Trees, come to find out there was a surviving bright silver flower of Telperion. Utterly bright and glittering as though Telperion was still there. Aulë and his Maiar designed and forged the home for the flower, thus Ithil was created, named so by the Vanyar." He explained to you, watching the way your eyes seemed to light up at his explanation for its creation. You could only begin to imagine what the Valar looked like in all their splendor and what else they could possibly create!

"And the sun?"

"Not long after, Yavanna used her power to nurture Laurelin's final gift, a golden fruit. Once more with the blessings of the wisdom and grace of Aulë and his maiar that they used what power's Eru had gifted them to create the vessel in which it now rests. With the flaming Maiar Arien guiding the vessel daily, to which once more the Vanyar named it, choosing Anar." He explained, you furrowed your brows in your wonder,

"And who guides Ithil?" You asked seeing as that was the theme for Anar, you'd imagine for Ithil it was the same. Finrod smiled at your words, keeping his gaze on you watching how your face had seemed to light up with curiosity and eagerness. It was endearing to see and hear you so eager to learn, though Finrod had come to learn that he was the only lucky soul to see such a side of you.

""It is said to be carried by that of Orome's maiar, Tilion. Who was said to have begged for the opportunity to guide the vessel through the Heavens nightly." Finrod answered you with a smile upon his face, shifting in the grass slightly to face you in turn as he continued his tale. You only wiggled yourself closer to the King, feeling so utterly enraptured by the story.

"Once Arien in all her splendor joined him in the sky he took chase after her. The days truly were not what they have become now, though I assume it was Arien who managed to settle the matter. Though the two still meet in the sky, causing the face of Ithil to darken every now and again, he is unable to resist her." He explained to you with such patience and content, happy to share it with you. Quietly you flipped back over to gaze upon the stars and Ithil, mulling everything over with wonder and fascination.

You wished you could see the Maiar for yourself that carried these vessels in such a cycle and through the horizon every day and night. Let alone meet the Vala who helped create all the things in the sky that you spent so much time admiring. You had many questions about everything that there was of those in the West.

Gently in your thoughts, your hand reached for Finrod's which rested gently next to him. Something that had become a common occurrence in your time together like this, happily did Finrod hold it in return. The comfortable silence settling between the two of you, both of you savoring the company of one another. The gentle chirps of crickets and hooting of owls on the warm summer night, before finally you took a breath.

"Thank you, Finrod." You said to him in a breath before you turned your head to look at him, breaking your awed gaze from Ithil. At this you watched Finrods golden head turn to look at you, another warm and bright smile spreading across his face and giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Of course, Y/N." He answered you once more with content simplicity, though you couldn't help but feel as though your time together in the field was drawing to a close much sooner than you were ready for. Just as you thought it did the King of Nargothrond begin to move to sit up,

"Finrod?" You began bringing him to hum softly and turn to look at you, that warmth still there. Glowing softly in the darkness,

"Can we stay a little longer? Together?" You asked him quickly not wanting to part from him just yet... As much as you enjoyed star gazing, you enjoyed it more when he was around to share it with. Each moment spent with the Eldar times that you treasured deeply, though this time you certainly wanted more of his time.

Laughter fell from Finrod's lips in joy at your request, only settling back into the grass, this time closer to you. His shoulder brushing against yours, as he did so, feeling the warmth of him both in your entwined hands and from him being so close.

"Of course, milui. You have my company until Anar's rays peek over the horizon." Finrod conceded joyously to you, with another squeeze to your hand. With his company all yours, you made sure to wisely spend your time speaking with him and keeping so close, until dawn would whisk him away back to his duties.