Hi. :) I rather liked this drabble. I like the theme of it, it is not teh msot explored time of elven hitory and therefor more fascinating in my opinion.

You did a good job with it.

However I hope you do not mind if I give you a couple of opinions on where, for me personally, the rythm of this drabble felt a  bit jarring.

"A flotilla of white sails bloomed around us..." I would personally have chosed "billowed" rather than "bloomed", it is I am sure a personal choice although to me billowed would have flowed better. I would also have chosen "beneath the stars" rather than "under the starlight". I find again that beneath would have benefited the rythm better and I find the -light in starlight slightly superflous and ado feel that it would have read better without it.

In the line "flickering light like a living being" I would suggest changing it into "their lights flickering like living beings" or even "like living creatures" once again for the sake of rythm and tightness.

The last word I personally found slightly jarring was "gross" and I would suggest to exchaning it for "grotesque" or possibly "crass".

Thank you for sharing this lovely drabble. I really did find it enjoyable.

You have a lot of powerful images in this piece, particularly where Feanor appears as though he could will Middle-earth towards him. My Feanor would argue that he can. :) Very nice ... I hope you post more of your work on Curufin; he is certainly one of the more neglected Feanorians.

Ah Curufin, one can only wonder what it will do to a character to hear the laments on the wind. Now we only have to wait for the fury of Osse to be unleashed on that fleet once she hears of the kinslaying. This drabble feels like a pause of silence before the storm. Great imagery, the previous reader had some good points and I learnt that flotilla is a different word for small fleet :)