Maedhros: Gave the kingship of the Noldor to the House of Fingolfin.
Celegorm: You did what?!
Maedhros: Gave the- why do you keep repeating yourself, brother? (He turns to face Celegorm.)
Celegorm: You have thrown away the kingship, and with it the chance for any of your brothers to rule, should you die. Now they call us the Dispossesed, because our rule is done! You are so selfish, Maedhros!
Maedhros: No, Celegorm, it is you who are selfish. Does not Fingon deserve the throne after what he has done for me? I also believe he will rule well, and with much wisdom. You, on the other hand, only desire power over others. I feel that I made a good choice.
Celegorm: Yes, well, I believe you didn't.
Maedhros: I know that, Celegorm. (He pats his brother on the shoulder and walks past him off SL.) Come. We have a messenger from one of the Elven kings already in Middle-Earth to meet with. (Exits SL. Celegorm stares after him furiously.)
Celegorm: You... You... (he trails off.) I cannot believe that that one is a Noldor. Thinking like that he should be a Teleri! (Shaking his head, he stalks off SL after Maedhros. After he exits, Maglor comes running in SR.)
Maglor: (calling.) Maedhros! Maedhros! (Maedhros enters SL.)
Maedhros: Yes?
Maglor: All our brothers are gathered, and wish to discuss where we shall live. We can't stay in this camp forever. Will you come? (Maedhros nods and they exit SR. After a moment, Amrod and Amras run in, holding a map. They are followed by their brothers. Amrod unrolls the map and places it on the ground. The brothers gather around it excitedly.)
Maedhros: All right, so- (Curufin cuts him off.)
Curufin: (joking.) I'd like this area. (He outlines on the map.)
Maglor: Uh... Curufin... that's all of Middle-Earth. (There is a pause.)
Curufin: Ah... (he and Maglor start to laugh.)
Maedhros: Will you please be serious? Maglor, you may have first pick. (Celegorm and Caranthir look mad at this.)
Caranthir: Why should- (Maedhros cuts him off.)
Maedhros: Peace, brother. He may have first pick because I say he may. I am still the leader of the House of Fëanor... or would you like to fight me for that? (He fingers his sword menacingly. Caranthir looks furious, but stays silent. Maedhros continues.) So, Maglor?
Maglor: One moment. Are we sure we may have these lands?
Maedhros: Yes, no one lives there. But we must choose from this region only. (He points.)
Celegorm: But that place is so close to Morgoth.
Maedhros: Exactly. That's why no one is there. (Iluvatar enters SR. Maedhros and his brothers continue talking but silently, as at the beginning of the play. Iluvatar narrates.)
Iluvatar: And so the Elves became settled in Middle-Earth. Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin ruled together in a large region west of their brothers, and Amrod and Amras the furthest east. Maglor had a fertile land between two rivers, and Maedhros held the mountainous land Elves came to call the March of Maedhros. He held it because he wished the brunt of Morgoth's attacks should fall on him rather than his brothers, and so his lands were the closest to the Dark Lord. (Iluvatar exits SR, and action on stage resumes sound.)
Maedhros: ... leave now. (They all rise.) And if Morgoth attacks us not, we will not attack him. (All his brothers, except Maglor, look furious. Maedhros glares at them and explaines as if to a small child.) It is folly to do otherwise; Morgoth is too strong. (Firmly, a bit threateningly.) Understood? Good. Let's go. (They exit SR and SL. Iluvatar enters SR.)