A thought about the Halls of Mandos. What is finrod famous for, above anything else? His friendships with and love for mortals. What kind of love must that cultivate, by necessity? A love that can let go. A spirit that can give up the old and welcome the new.
What was Fëanor’s fatal flaw? Same as Anakin’s: he can’t let go. Of his mother, of his father, of his resentments, of his children. He cannot bear to lose anybody. And Fingolfin cannot bear to lose Fëanor.
Anyway the halls of Mandos are a literal rebirth, a letting-go: one must be willing to give up all one’s old scars, all one’s old hurts, the map that life has left on your body, the resentments that war has left on your spirit, and that is why Finrod was able to shed his old skin and don the new, and why Fëanor will wait in the Halls until the breaking of the world.









