Crack inbound.
XxXxX
Finrod's blissful life in the West was about to come to an end.
And, honestly, he couldn't be happier.
Sure, he had his lovely (finally) wife, Amarie. But no children, because he... was dead. Technically. Perhaps more importantly for Finrod, no dwarven friends.
The other Elves had good relations with the adopted children of Eru Illuvatar, but Finrod? Finrod considered himself to be their friend, and had long in his life made many friends amongst the Masters of Stone.
It was why they called him Felak-gundu, the Hewer of Caves, when he carved Nargothrond out of the earth.
But! Finrod Felagund was about to be resurrected to serve in a similar capacity as to Glorfindel. Further, as an enticement Amarie would be going with him. They could finally have children.
His charge?
To make known to the Valar the strange dwarves, not of the make of Aule, but of others.
Finrod couldn't be happier. More dwarf friends!
XxXxX
Finrod couldn't be angrier!
He gripped the stone table they were seated at so hard it cracked.
"They what? His beard?!"
"Aye, and so the Dawi went to war against the perfidious Elgi, so insulted we were," King Gatrim of Karak Drekfut pronounced with severity.
"Good," Finrod seethed, "I'm surprised the war ever ended, to shave what must have been a spectacularly mighty beard off like that? Unforgivable."
The dawi around him laughed and cheered him, having finally grown used to the fact that he was Noldorin, not... Elgi, and quite liked dwarves.
Felagund stroked his chin in lament. A small part of him was always jealous of the magnificent beards of the stout folk. To destroy such natural magnificence? Truly a sin.
He looked over at his wife. Amarie was bouncing their first child on her knee while conversing with the plaitling Princess Karstah.
The ancient elf wondered if his wife would like him with a beard.
"What's the matter, Noldor?" the Elder Bogrur asked him in a gruff manner.
Finrod told him.
XxXxX
This was the greatest gift he'd ever received, decided Felagund. It was too his luck that it was given in private, because an ancient (former) king like himself blubbering in happiness and gratitude was unseemly. Gatrim, the lovely dwarf, patted the bawling elf lord awkwardly on the back as he was hugged.
What a wonderful peoples.
XxXxX
Finrod Felagund, King of lost Nargothrond, wearing his best finery, did not walk to his wife. No, he strutted.
Princess Karstah had been most eager to babysit when he'd asked her to watch over his child when he revealed the reason.
Amarie was soon to be with child again, and Finrod needed to help her with that.
His wife turned, she gasped. She blushed. Finrod could tell she was weak in the knees.
She reached out and grabbed him. by. the. beard.
"Take me now, you pinnacle of manhood you."
The Re-living Ancestor Elf was very glad Rhunrikki Gutfroy had the foresight to place a Rune of Stone upon the main ring of his 'Make Hair into Beard' jewelry set. Going by how hard his wife was tugging, he'd need that extra toughness.
XxXxX
Finrod couldn't be happier.
His wife was pregnant again, and he'd started a fashion trend amongst the dawi women.
Life was so much better on Middle-Earth.
