The language and the images in this are so beautiful, and the whole atmosphere is so bittersweet-sad. Well done.

Maedhros on a path to knowledge and healing is so painful. Love for Findekáno came back quickly, but it is the loss of Maglor (and where is he, alive, faded, dead?) that knocks him into the world. Floating in the sea listening for music broke my heart, and opened his. 

This really burrows in.  The self-loathing at all that he thinks might have happened, the way he cannot be anything to his family (not a comfort, not a source of answers)... the way he is so empty himself he has nothing to give them.

I ached for Amrod.

But yes, if not healing exactly, then a kind of peace at the end.  Coming to terms with it...

You paint with words so masterfully 💖

(yes I left the same comment on ao3)

This was written in a beautiful way, the imagery was very powerful. Heartbreaking, too.

Your description of this as a series of snapshots is apt - and they are lovely and heartbreaking!

I have the impression this all took considerable time, the healing wasn't very quick. Did Maedhros also talk to his other brothers? And what does Elrond think of all this?

That really frightening bit, when he thinks he might have killed Maglor...

Very effective imagery, grief dragged from oblivion and unveiled until it can be grasped, if perhaps not exactly dealt with.

Your use of music is powerful and the descriptions of Este striking.