Wonderful!  What a sensitive portrait of Findekano's conflicting feelings as he tries to sort out his past and realizes how much his love for Maitimo makes all that not count.   You've rendered all these characters very personally.  I really get the anger and sense of betrayal from Nolofinwë when he has the look on his face, look what Feanaro did. And good portrayal of how everyone jumps at the inhuman force of Feanaro's anger.  The image of Findarato holding the frozen woman is very well done too and I love that it melts into a vision of Kano holding Maitimo.  I love the way you describe him watching Maitimo as he sleeps and the last paragraph is heartbreakingly sensual.  "He makes a small sound; it might be a laugh or a sob. I feel his arm tighten almost convulsively around me, his fingers closing in my hair. He lowers his head and I feel his lips hard and urgent against the skin above my collarbone. His need matches mine. I clasp him against my chest, lean backwards and draw him down on top of me."

Lovely.  I also really liked these lines:

Maitimo’s body resembles a parchment with Morgoth’s handwriting on it
It ought to be a happy feeling and mostly it is, as I if I were being lightly dipped in gold.
‘Rationality resides in your clothes?’

Lovely fic.

I somehow missed this story until now, but it's a really really lovely picture of Fingon and how his actions and emotions shape each other. I enjoyed it a lot!

I love the way you write these two - not my preferred ship (but one I consider to be pseudo-canonical), but I love it when they're done well.