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Maglor, shocked:
Huh? How? Is it even possible...?
Maedhros, with a bitter laugh:
What, That I loved...?
(Tone becomes more serious.)
I love.
Maglor:
And can I know? Will you tell me a name?
Maedhros:
Who I love? Think and listen, 'tis my shame
This dream of love despite ungainliness,
This half-hour arm that bars me from bliss;
Oh, I cannot but love him - I am his!
The closest one to perfection there is!
Maglor:
The most beautiful?
Maedhros:
Among all souls, quite clearly!
The brightest, the best, the purest...
(With emphasis.)
The most valiant!
Maglor:
Ah! My goodness, who is this man?
Maedhros:
A danger
Fatal without trying, exquisite without thought.
A rain storm and a serenade, tender and soft
Which steals my heart and renders me quite powerless!
Who would have known that even his smile is blessed?
He exudes grace, holds it in the palms of his hands,
He could quiet the Gods with a single command!
And Ungoliant the monster could never know,
Nor Varda in her glory with stars all aglow,
How my heart sped when he rode through old Tirion!
Maglor:
By Eru! I see, it is clear!
Maedhros:
It is so.
Maglor:
Nolofinwion, our cousin!
Maedhros:
Yes, Findekano.
Maglor:
Oh! This is perfect! Pray, tell him of your love!
He already thinks you were sent from above!
Maedhros:
Look at me, dear brother, and tell me what hope
Have I of an end where I'm not left to mope?
Who would I be fooling to think dreams come true?
Oh, sometimes I lose myself in skies of blue;
I wonder for hours in perfumed gardens;
Free from painful memories and their burdens.
In April, this silvered scene catches my sight:
A thoughtful Lady on the arm of a Knight
Musing as they walk with soft steps 'neath the pines,
Would that he were the Knight and that arm were mine!
I dream, I forget, then I suddenly see
My stump in the shadow reflected at me!