...the Fall the Noldor
Maicanaro is walking across the square, and notices a crowd gathered beneath the Mindon Eldalieva. A council is to be held today in the house of Finwe, but some stand here reluctant to enter. They speak outside the archway in hushed voices, gossip of which Maicanaro hears only fragments.
Shouting was heard from within? Feanaro was seen entering armed as if for battle? He mulls over what he has learned, shaking his head as he mumbles to himself a disinterest in the politics of Tirion. He nonetheless finds himself straining to hear more.
The sons of Nolofinwe presently approach. Maikanaro stops dead to listen, feigning to admire silver Galathilion dazzling in the mixed light of Laurelin and Telperion. Heavy footsteps are heard now from within, and they approach the entrance where the lords stand listening. Suddenly silence befalls the growing throng.
Feanaro is heard at the archway, bellowing: "See, half-brother! This is sharper than thy tongue. Try but once more to usurp my place and the love of my father, and maybe it will rid the Noldor of one who seeks to be the master of thralls."