Awww ... this is a poignant reflection on the lost potential of the Feanorians. This has always made their story particularly heartrending for me too because it seems so clear that they were once a bright point upon the world (the brightest, in Feanor's case) before they fell so far ...

I really enjoyed this--thanks for sharing! And welcome once again to the SWG! :)

I like the idea of the succession of harps that Maglor had and that he started with a small one given him by his father.

And, yes, to see that small one would be so heart-wrenching for Nerdanel, later on.

Oh... this was beautiful and so sad.  I love the idea of her stowing all those memories away in a room, not lost or forgotten, just ... only touched when ready.  <3