A vivid description of Fëanor's life in short vignettes.

Loved it.

"He has embraced Nolofinwë, for perhaps the first time since his half-brother was a child, when the light falters and all swiftly grows dark. He steps back, his hand gripping Nolofinwë's as the unnatural darkness spreads and a cold dread comes over him. Nolofinwë squeezes his hand as voices around them rise in horror. The Trees are dead. The brothers exchange a look, hands still clasped, and move closer together in the spreading gloom." (ch 54)

This is such a poignant moment: the connection. Feanor recalling the brief times when he has almost become closer to his brother. The shared loss of Finwe they don't know about yet...

Ch 75: I like the image of Feanor in his tent late at night, strugglng to learn the language of the Beleriand elves--a little bit of his old self, the one who invented an alphabet and loved to learn.

An intriguing journey through the moments of Feanor's life!