[ Celegorm moved forward; folded his long legs elegantly, sitting upon the floor before the knight, looking up at him. It's clear he's perplexed by this decision, and seems to weigh it before coming to his decision. His attention is just as pointed on the other man; utter. ]

One must do as he determines right for himself in the moment. Mine, I gave. Stars don't belong in these hands.

But, what task was set upon you that drew you with such urgency as that...?