SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Fingolfin's garden.

Enter CELEGORM.

Celegorm: Can I go forward when my heart is here?

He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.

Enter MAEDHROS and HUAN.

Maedhros: My brother! Celegorm!

Huan: If he were wise,

I'd say he went back home, and to his bed -

but wisdom I cannot accuse him of.

Maedhros: He ran this way, and leapt this garden wall;

call for him, Huan.

Huan: Happy to oblige.

Ho, Celegorm! You lovestruck, moping fool!

Appear before me with a sullen sigh;

cry out against the heavy chains of love;

speak but one word, and I'll be satisfied.

He hears not? Or he listens not? Oh well,

I'll conjure him by stronger words instead.

I call you by Galadriel's bright hair,

and by the brighter fire in her eyes;

by her white hand, that she refuses you,

her ears, so deaf to all your pleas of love,

and by the rosy lips that spoke her 'no'...

Maedhros: You'll make him angry.

Huan: That was the idea!

How else was I supposed to bring him out?

I cannot make him come against his will;

I have no secret art to weave my words

into compelling chains, to drag him here.

Of all the ways to make him change his mind,

to rouse his temper seemed to me the best...

Maedhros: Well, it's not working. Come, let us go home.

Huan: Farewell then, Celegorm, farewell for now!

When next we meet, I hope…

Maedhros: I said, let's go.

Exeunt.