A few months back I signed up for a Worldbuilding Exchange, and got a brilliant assignment from starbrow full of chewy ideas like loyalty, working together, hope, competence, Light and Darkness and kinslaying...
I wrote: Golden Light: 7840 words of gen about Hithlum.
I am embarrassingly proud of this story. Lots of people have invented an origin story for the Noldolante, but I have invented one for the Tralalally Song!
Then my head was still full of Fingolfin. Although I am not sure Fëanor went to the Halls of Mandos when he died, I found myself wondering about Fingolfin going there, and what he might say to Fëanor (if he was there).
So : Of the Coming of Fingolfin to Mandos and his meeting with Fëanor 7381 words: gen.
Fingolfin could feel his temper rising, predictable, and yet he could not stop it. His years of kingship vanished in the mist. He was the younger, less talented, less cherished brother again, but one with a list of grievances that had grown very long.
I fully expect exactly nobody to agree with my take on Fingolfin and particularly Fëanor in this, but hey. :-D