I love the way you approach Feanor's grief, the way he can't allow himself to be angry at the one he is actually angry at!  And how he tries to outrun it, outrun even the source of it, drowning him.

it will be in a conflagration of love.

Oof 😢

So beautiful that Feanaro choose Love for his life, "forgive does not mean to forget", this is something that my aunt says often and I feel that this could apply to Feanaro as well here! 

Very striking!

I don't know how much is just Feanor's point of view here, but there are some interesting inversions.

How sad that his insistence on love foreshadows his death here...

Oh! Such complexities and conflicted feelings. I fully empathise with young Fëanor, and I love your symbolic imagery here.

This is such a fascinating glimpse of Feanor at this point in his life, and it's all so evocative! I love the image of Tirion swallowed in mist.