𝕿hat his own father first had named the enemy Moringotto, Celegorm may claim in truth. But then he thought to not reveal himself as more than a Lord of Nargothrond to one he judged as knowing little of what passed without her home. Less he knew of her thoughts than of the deeds that she sought to keep under veil. Now though he learnt a little more of Doriath in that time, if he too said less than was his mind.

❛ Then well and safe the realm of King Thingol is yet kept. May still in these troubled days come no peril near to him and his. ❜ He spoke with reverence but without fear or anger and last the forbidding gleam in his eyes faded.

He had judged soon that she was not a huntress for even the Sindar of Doriath clothed themselves in other raiment and bore different bows and arrows when they would game boar or deer. When birdsong came back to them Celegorm turned his head. None of Oromë's gives he had forgotten. He knew the bird and that its striking black and red it moulted to dull colors in the autumn, and why it sang back to the maiden. His gaze became soft with recollection while he looked away, though soon it hardened again when he spoke.

❛ Would that the birds followed after your queen and sang then as they do when Vána comes. But the Valar in their loftiness will not fare to these lands! ❜ Alas! Not even the echo would they hear of Celegorm's ire as he spoke this, as by the doom upon the Ñoldor.

Finally he returns somewhere between that resentment and kinder memory. His horse with Celegorm on its back takes a few paces and his hounds too, as well Huan, give way beneath the tree. ❛ That bird will not come to you, safe to see who imitates its song without meaning. ❜