This is by far the most creative and yet most powerful of the stories I have yet read here so far. It was at points somewhat perhaps overly-personified in its tone and texture, being subtle and yet blatent at points in animalistic description. Yet I myself can picture no other way it could have been formed in and I firmly suggest that you put this up for some contest or compatition amung the tolkien comunity. I help run a podcast called the Inklings so that I'm often writing like-tales in various modes. But no word of mine or of any other worker of literature of EA I believe could have wraught the exact and uneque stylestic form you have shown. there are tales like to it and styles like to it. yet is your own and rich with power. I hereby hope that you continue to post like works and that by your work, as here, you may shed light upon the unexplored reaches of Arda. For what wonder here you have braught into being I thank you in all humlity and gladness and will continue to support your stories. Eru is with you.

It was interesting to read about Maedhros's suicide from the POV of the Silmaril. I've read a couple of stories in which the Silmarils were sentient, but in those they were either indifferent to the Sons of Feanor or even malevolent. The idea that the Silmaril failed to recognize Maedhros at first and then regretted burning him is appealing.

The ending is intriguing and I'd be interested to see how this new being develops but I confess to being the owner of a queasy stomach...