I love the way this flows, and there are some very striking images and insights in your poem - being the High Queen of the Noldor can't be easy, and especially not in a time of war, as most of Fingon's reign was... so her trying to put up a brave face in front of her people was a very touching moment (and more so knowing that he won't return this time).

And on top of all of that, here's one of the invisible characters of the legendarium being formidable in her own right, which would be enough to make me love this to pieces in any circumstance.

Torn between putting up a brave face of the queen and fear... I would never envy her.

You brought to life an actual 'no one' to life in so few words and so gracefully put together. And that, I envy :)