[A life in the world certainly has more...possibilities than the alternative. Fingon certainly knows that; while nonexistence does not await at home, stasis does- millennia of the darkness of the Halls of the Dead, and then a return to Valinor, a paradise utterly removed from the world he had fought for.

He doesn't know what choice he'd make either.]

It is certainly no easy place to be. In my home, there are great underground cities of the dwarves which I might compare this place to- though my kin who have lived long among those folk would correct me sharply for doing so. But for most other races, I imagine it would be strange to live so long without sight of the sky.

That would be an ideal situation, yes. Endless worlds to see and explore- though how would you know the worlds which were "awesome" enough for you?