Heh. Gondolin has been a constant source of inspiration for me, even if most of it went back into the game itself, but for this one I think you can thank Meleth and her run-in with Indil. I remember that that was what first got me started - and of course you are right, there is after all the idea of the love of the elves to their dwellings and works of their hands - Gondolin arguably was both. So it doesn't sound so completely implausible. Thanks for the review. :)

Thank you! It's been a while since I wrote this, and it had drifted totally off my radar, but this review came as such a good surprise. Especially since your reactions are very much what I tried to go for, so yay, and thank you again! :)

Thanks, Grundy! For context (though that isn't necessary to understand it) - my character Meleth (the then-future nurse of Eärendil) was grieving her fiance Narminco, who had just died - and trying to reach out to his spirit, which she believed was lingering and accidentally allowed in another houseless elf who had (I think?) died returning to Gondolin after the Nirnaeth. She gave poor Meleth a lot of visions of the "everyone is dead" kind, so much so that I wrote this poem to get some of them out. I also had to laugh reading it, because it's so clear how much I was leaning on both Kortirion and The City of Present Sorrow even though I don't consciously remember writing the poem. 

Either way, thank you for the lovely comment and the trip down memory lane! :)