Fingund was born in southern Beleriand at the very climax of the First Age. His mother was of the line of the mighty Noldor, but she told him that his father had been a gentler elf of Doriath, one of the Sindar. She raised him with a deep anger towards the dwarves and sons of Feanor, both of whom attacked Doriath, the latter of which resulted in his father's death.

Then the War of Wrath began.

Still too young to march with the host of Valinor, young Fingund and his mother fled eastwards towards the mountains. The earth shook and they watched at last as their home sank beneath the waves and Middle-Earth was reshaped. When the summons came recalling the Eldar to the west, his mother departed, but Fingund would not leave the lands he had come to love. He felt there was so much to see, yet also a burning sorrow and loneliness that defined him for many years.

For a while, he stayed in the Noldorin kingdom of Lindon, under Gil-galad. He was not content though and constantly wandered to wilder lands, eventually following others to Eregion. There was so much to explore and see, so Fingund began recording events he heard about on his journeys, storing them in the care of elven libraries.

Darkness grew for a second time until Sauron revealed himself. In the conflict that followed, Fingund could not bear to see the events of his brief childhood repeated. He retreated to Elrond's new sanctuary of Rivendell and sheltered under that protection for centuries, largely ignoring the wider world.

At last came the War of the Last Alliance. Called to battle by all the free peoples, Fingund took up arms for the first time and marched with his Lord Elrond. He survived the devastating battles that followed and, from that moment, always kept a weapon near to hand, feeling perhaps he could do more than just hide from the world.

As Middle-Earth entered its Third Age, Fingund once again began travelling more. Still not overly comfortable with the company of dwarves (the dislike having been part of him for most of his life), or even of men (whose weakness he held responsible for the troubles of the Second Age), Fingund found better company in the wild. Learning the tongue of many different animals earned him friends amongst beasts and birds. He resumed his wandering, but always returned to Rivendell periodically, delivering his writings to Elrond's library.

Doing what he can to keep dark creatures at bay, Fingund sees the third rise of evil and wonders what he will be called to do this time. Not a warrior at heart, nor a noble lord, he fears the west does not have the strength any longer to withstand a return of the enemy.