[Failivrin]

when i read how Fingolfin and his party struggled for years to cross the Helcaraxe i feel their pain, i see the ice, i breathe the cold air, i see people consumed by nature. and then that BRILLIANT final paragraph in Of the Flight of the Noldor in The Silm. about how Figolfin set foot upon the Outer Lands and had blow his trumpets at teh first rising of the moon *sigh*. then i love how flowers sprang up beneath their feet as they marched. breathtaking. *Failivrin scurries off to re- read all she can about Fingolfin*

oooooooh, and Fingolfin's challenge to Morgoth. yes. in Fingolfin i see the might and power and valour of the Gnomes.