Oh, this is achingly beautiful! The awe of that first moment, the first touch of Feanaro's greatest creation, and the painful sensation of burning and painful sacrifice. So much feeling in so few words. Thank you for sharing!

This story has broken my heart this morning. Maitimo being able to pick up and marvel at his father's creations, and then the pain as Maedhros when the Silmaril burns him in rejection of his deeds since. Joy followed by tragedy - and this is so often how the Silmarillion makes me feel.

A lovely piece of writing. 

Though in few words, this tells everything. And there is so much to Lear from this story, what the consequences of our deeds might be…