This is an extremely intense read. I don't think I have ever seen anyone engaging with the depths of the trauma of Fingolfin and his people and its impact quite like this.

There are truly searing moments here and it was quite a relief to see the underlying bond between them shine through nevertheless.

He was sinewy now, a victim the long famine endured during the crossing of the Grinding Ice, but there was yet power, a power that Makalaurë had never seen in anyone. Indeed, Nolofinwë’s host seemed to possess whatever strange aura the Ice gave them. It was disconcerting.

I like this a lot! Very powerful chapter.