I couldn't wait to read this chapter once I got the notification you'd posted it. I've read most of the stories you've written recently, and I really appreciate the way you've been writing hurt and trauma. It feels realistic, doesn't sugar coat anything, doesn't fall into the trap of too much positivity, isn't falsely hopeful, and nor does it dwell too heavily on despair. The despair is certainly there, and I feel in my bones how much Fingolfin would like to give up, but its perfectly balanced with a gentle hope. Will things get better? Will the world eventually stop unsinging itself? Who knows? But I feel the warmth of the sibling relationships that are growing and I know he's going to find a way to keep going.

This is a beautiful, complex characterisation of Fëanor. You've evoked so much empathy for him. He is still flame, sharp edges and arrogance, but it is also wonderful to see him striving so hard to be caring, in his own way. I love the way you show this dual nature of hurting people out of your own hurt, but also trying so hard to care and help (even if ill equipped to do so). I hate seeing people write him off as evil. You've instead given him what feels like a genuine opportunity to redeem himself, and grow beyond his pain. :)