That Head!canon time is upon me. Long ago a sweet anon asked about them and I was going to write about it, but never got around to it. But now that I’m sick and staying home for a bit… and my blog is turning into a bunch of text posts, surely not something anyone followed me for. Hang on there, I’ll make/draw something as soon as I’m not spraying snot all over it.
anyways, Finrod head!canons.
1. His driving force, his defining feature is curiosity. He is SO inherently curious just about everything in life, from early childhood, when he would badger everyone and anyone with questions. (Atto, why is my hair gold? Haru, how come I can’t make honey if I chew on flowers, like bees do?)
2. Because of this absolutely inexorable curiosity, he’d try anything, just once. He just HAS to have first-hand experience. He’s the earliest to get schwasted and laid and do all those little illicit things kids do. But since he’s a good boy, and a responsible one to boot, he’s cautious and careful and never gives anyone any trouble. His parents wouldn’t believe a word said about his early ‘adventures’ That’s why he is so perfect in official history, Finrod.
3. His curiosity is also the reason why he’s quite a bit of a libertine
bicycle. None of his lovers can even hold his other lovers against him (except Curufin, of course) because his curiosity is also very well-meaning and sincere. He loves to love and to be in love, he can find beauty in anything and is very giving (especially when his curiosity is satisfied). No one feels left out.
4. Last, but not least. You know how Finrod is curious? One day, when Beleriand was still relatively peaceful and Finrod wandered in wonder and his curiosity gorged on all the beautiful things Middle-earth had to offer, he encountered a band of orcs. They were some earliest experiments of Morgoth’s, all born and snatched from Cuivienen, before the elves even looked upon the face of Oromё and knew civilization. They have this eerie beauty about them, savage and twisted, all lean grace and yellow eyes and fangs. They ran/hid/were released in the breaking of Utumno maybe, and just wished to be left alone. But Finrod stumbles upon them. They are ruled by a matriarch, a female of immense will and power. She must have been high-standing at Cuivienen. A sister of a leader. Who never got into annals, of course. Maybe she was Tata’s daughter. Or Ingwё’s twin. Usually those orcs/elves avoid their kin by all means, but you know Finrod. No one can resist him. So, he looks at them, half-beasts, half-elves, looks upon that dark queen of theirs, and BANG. He was just SO DAMN CURIOUS.
A few years later they discreetly dump a bundle at his doorstep on the borders of Nargothrond. The little one has slightly prolonged fangs and yellow-tinted eyes with a bit of a glint, but other than that, he’s a perfect image of Finrod. He names him Gildor.
Curufin hates him. After Finrod dies, he tells Gildor, that he’s basically a son of an orc. Gildor takes to wondering, thinking he wouldn’t be accepted anywhere in elven realms. He never leaves Middle-Earth, because he’s sure that he won’t be allowed in Aman.
Finrod waits and waits and waits. Eternally curious about whatevrer happened to his darling boy.