I cannot pick out a favorite line. The whole thing is just fabulous. Wow! It always amazes me when someone can capture so much characterization in so few words. The description is so viseral and so completely lacking in self-pity. Fingon the Valiant indeed. Very much how I would have imagined those last few moments.

This is fabulously drabbled! Even though we only 'hear' Fingon's thoughts, there is also the battle dynamics woven into it. With drabbles or short forms like this, the balance of storytelling is tricky, but oh my, this line for example is just gorgeous:

 His leather jerkin disintegrates with a hiss of apology.

The last line was the most moving and its just how I picture him dying: valiant and proud to the very last second.  Thanks for sharing!

Oh my goodness. I did not expect the tone of this subject matter, but it works; it takes something that's been written a lot before already and makes it feel new. This is my favorite part:

Because he knows what that foolish, tragic, beautiful Elf is going to do when he finds out that he, Fingon, died like this. Blaming himself would be only the tip of the mountain.

His leather jerkin disintegrates with a hiss of apology.

Good imagery always smites me somewhere between the stomach and the heart, and with this, I was smitten. ;)

Beautiful work, Noliel--like usual! :)

Fingon the Valiant indeed! And also thoughful and defiant and everything you come to expect from a hero. Great characterization and wonderful imagery.

That first paragraph gripped me hard and didn't let go until the very end, and wow!  What a finish!  My hat's off to your accomplishment -- a powerful look into Fingon's last thoughts in a short fic of well-chosen words.

The whole thing is so moving. You have packed so much emotion, thought and insigh into this work. Beautiful brave soul--not a shred of self-pity, blame or regret. Just heartbreaking.

Oh how well he knows Maitimo!