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.