Celegorm sprawls on the throne of Nargothrond, revelling in the power of his newfound position. Following the departure of King Finrod on a fool's quest, Orodreth was given the task of governing in Finrod's steed. However, Celegorm seized power from Orodreth, who was unable to oppose the influence that the sons of Fëanor held over Nargothrond's populace. Thus, Celegorm might still be maidenless, but at least he's not crownless anymore.

To the right of the throne sits Celegorm's trusty grey wolf-hound. “Arf.” Huan droops his great head, making his reproach known. Celegorm could sense that the intelligent wolf-hound of Valinor did not approve of the actions of his master.

Celegorm reaches over to pat him on the head. He heaves an exaggerated sigh. "Don't be like that, dear hound of mine. Thou shouldst be happy at my success."

His kingly duties are just. So. Interesting. He brings a palm to his forehead, dragging it down his face as if he could peel it off. Perhaps it's time to take a break. He is in the mood for a hunt. Leaping off his throne, he is about to go horseback riding and beast chasing when the arrival of a newcomer interrupts those plans. Begrudgingly, he supposes he shall have to put those activities on hold.

He flashes a smile befitting one a king would give when presented with a humble subject. “Dost thou hast need of anything from thy king? Because lo! Here he is.”

Stretching his arms out to his sides in a magnanimous motion, he gestures to himself. Huan watches with intelligent eyes. A spark of light glimmers off the silver crown of Finrod—no, he does not give himself enough credit—the crown of Celegorm. "'Tis well thou hast come now, thou art fortunate. If I had gone out of doors, it would be hard to know how long thou wouldst have to wait for an audience."