I came to work this morning, and as soon as I was finished running the day's warrants, I checked my email. There wasn't much ... for once. But there was your email telling me to check the Most Recent ... and my first thought was, "Crap! The SWG site is blocked at work, and I'm sure that my circumventor has been blocked by now too!" So I was prepared for a day of suspense, unable to read your new story and knowing that it was there.

But hope dies hard. So I tried my circumventor anyway and ...

Well, here I am, so you know it worked. ;) I first of all wanted to thank you for such a thoughtful dedication, especially attached to such a great piece. I haven't had much of an urge to write fanfic lately, but this suddenly has me feeling the tickle of little fangs on my ankles. ;) There so much going on here that's got my mind reeling: Celebrimbor's guilt, Maedhros's guilt (and coping), knowledge of their fate, having to forgive Feanor ... and so on.

But I have to say that my favorite bit of this piece is the opening image: Celebrimbor scrubbing his hands raw, convinced that there is more and more blood on them, until the blood is his own. There is so much meaning in this: the crime of the Noldor leading to their own downfall and deaths. Okay, actually, I'm quite jealous that I didn't think of it. ;)

Thank you again. :)

I like this. The opening paragraph is great, and I love the detail referencing Curufin. Good job.

Very well done! It must have been unbearable to come to terms with the crime against their own kin, with guilt and anger. And you captured the moment really well. Thank you a lot for sharing :)