ACT II, PROLOGUE.
Enter CHORUS of Noldorin elves.
Chorus: As one tree waxes, so the other wanes;
the silver overtakes the fading gold.
In Celegorm's heart Aredhel now reigns,
combining new-found charm with friendship old.
Forgotten is Galadriel's allure,
all for the sweetness of a love returned;
but many hardships yet they must endure,
and strive to keep their passion undiscerned:
a foe supposed, he may not have access
to speak such vows as lovers use to swear;
and she as much in love, her means much less
to meet her new-beloved anywhere.
But both are bold of heart and strong of will;
the danger only adds an extra thrill.
Exeunt all but two elves.
First elf: Can I ask you something?
Second elf: If you wish.
First elf: Since we apparently all know about Celegorm and Aredhel… surely someone will immediately tell Fëanor and Fingolfin?
Second elf: Well. Let me put it like this. Will you tell them?
First elf: Oh. I don't know…
Second elf: Neither of them will be happy, you know.
First elf: True.
Second elf: They will be angry.
First elf: Also true.
Second elf: And they are scary when they're angry.
First elf: Surely they would not take out their anger on the messenger –
Second elf: Probably not. But will you risk it? When you could simply wait and hope for someone else to tell them?
First elf: Good point. I believe you have answered my question.
Exeunt.
