This is such a good look into Maedhros after the final kinslaying. I especially like this bit:

But the jewel burned, and the anguish of being unworthy of it was too much to bear. With no more illusions, no more purpose to fill, all that was left to him was despair.

The despair wasn’t new. He had lived with its shadow for an age. But now, stripped bare of all else that he had clung to, its black maw opened before him, drawing him inexorably in. He chose instead to be swallowed by flame.

It really gives a sense of Maedhros' history, and we see how much deeper into despair he can fall. What a wonderful fic, thanks for sharing!