[Video, All Courts, shortly after the feast]

[sculptor_of_aman]

[The locket is held slightly askew, as the woman holding it has never done so before with this particular item. She's had experience with similar things, but she's still getting used to the locket. The Elven woman's face looks worried and a little sad, as if she's expecting bad news.]

Anyone who can hear me... I have heard talk of one who was killed recently. And the little I have heard... troubles me. The name I have heard is Celegorm, and he is described as an Elf with golden hair... among other things. I can only hope I am mistaken, but the description is very similar to someone I know. Someone I once called Tyelkormo.

If anyone knew him, and could tell me more about him... and how he died... I must know.

Please. ...He may be my son.

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[video; private]

[sculptor_of_aman]

What would you say it is, then?

[video; private]

[bird_brain]

One person's compulsion to follow an oath to its bitter end. Unfortunately, that person had both charisma and authority and too many others were caught up in it.

[video; private]

[sculptor_of_aman]

A fact I know all too well, I fear. Many took the journey from our home in Valinor. Very few returned.

[video; private]

[bird_brain]

[He huffs a sigh. What Celegorm did -- both to him personally and to the residents of Caer Glaem as a whole -- will never be right but his heart aches for those affected by it all. For Maglor, especially, and Ariadne. For this woman so full of sorrow and resignation, whom he doesn't even know.]

I am sorry.

[video; private]

[sculptor_of_aman]

These were events foreseen long ago. No counsel was able to stop them. We can only hope they will run their course in due time with as little grief as possible.