Glorfindel (trying to drag Maeglin to a midsummer feast): My dear Maeglin, the Gondolindrim do benefit from knowing its great lords are capable of emerging from tunnels.
Maeglin: I emerged already this morning. And I am already regretting it.
Glorfindel: There will be dancing.
Maeglin: I have already partaken.
Glorfindel: Twenty years ago.
Maeglin: And I do not believe I am due for another twenty years.
Glorfindel (pushing Maeglin into the brilliant midsummer sun): behold, the last fruit of Laurelin!
Glorfindel: did you just…. Hiss in agony?
Maeglin: it is in my eyes.