Maedhros pressed his fingers tightly against the Silmaril

It flared into white flame at once

There was no way to escape the blinding light

As he so held it, he became aware of a fierce sensation searing his hand

His flesh was burning

Deep down, he could feel pain

As he looked about him, his eyes chanced upon Maglor

The Trees of Valinor flooded back to him

He remembered the days of families close together

The memories he so cherished must not perish

Withdrawal of blood now made him shiver

His heart thumped below the surface of his chest

Alas! He could endure no more

He wished to stand stable no longer

His shivering frame let him fall too far

Into the blazing ruins of a deep gorge

In spite of the tenseness of his effort

He hopelessly failed

And thus ended Maitimo Russandol Nelyafinwë

Eldest son of Fëanor