Post by Glorfindel on Jun 18, 2010 12:59:27 GMT -5
Scene: 7 - The Celebration
DISSOLVE: INT: Finwë's Banquet Hall LONG SHOT: PAN: Guests are reclined yet attentively listening, emphatically, noiselessly as Finwë speaks about his experience concerning the coming of the elves to Aman.
Finwë: O.S.V. (to audience) ...and we walked about the waters of awakening and beheld the bright stars that Queen Varda put in the sky. There was wonder, but also fear, for hidden in the land was a secret danger...
CUT TO: FLASH BACK MONTAGE: While Finwë speaks, there are flash back sequences showing everything that he mentions
...that threatened friends and family. Whispers were uttered about "the hunter" that would snatch away wandering elves, and indeed many were taken, never to be seen again. Apprehension was constant, but we still grew in knowledge and strength in the midst of the turmoil. Then at a time unlooked for, one came who made the earth tremble. Loud horns blasted away the evil that lurked so near. Was it the "Hunter" which so many had feared; but if so, why would evil drive evil away?
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: As Finwë continues, Maedhros comes in by a small side door, approaches Nerdanel quietly and whispers to her.
AUDIO F/X: O.S.V. [Finwë - There were no easy answers and no one willing to venture out to seek the origin of the mighty horns. Eru blessed us and what seemed to be by chance, Lord Oromë looked down on us from a high ridge...]
Maedhros: (whispering to Nerdanel) No sign of him. I have looked everywhere and the forge is locked with no light inside.
Nerdanel: (nodding and whispering to Maedhros) Thank you Maedhros.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Finwë at the head of a large table ZOOM IN SLOW: Down the table to Finwë
Finwë: (to the audience) ...He sat proud and mighty upon Nahar and it was an awesome sight to see. Many feared that he was "the hunter", the rider of infamy. But I and a few others stood steadfast, and we perceived him to be a lord strong but good. We were drawn to him and learned much...
CUT TO: LONG SHOT: Many continue to look on with interest and a few do not. Nerdanel is distracted by Fëanor's absence and quietly excuses herself from the table. She makes her way to the side door which Maedhros used as Finwë continues
AUDIO F/X: O.S.V. [Finwë - Soon after, the Valar strove forth and a great battle was fought in the north to quell the evils that issued from there. Almost nothing was known of the war in those days to the elves...]
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Nerdanel comes out of the door and runs right into Fëanor. She speaks to him with a harsh whisper
Nerdanel: (to Fëanor, harsh but low) Fëanor!? Where have you been? You were to arrive hours ago!
Fëanor: (to Nerdanel) Be calm Nerdanel. You have become so ill-mannered after all these years.
Nerdanel: (to Fëanor, harsh but low) Ill-mannered! You come here late, no, not late, almost not at all, and you lay that false claim on me!? Do you know how many times your father has looked at your empty chair!?
Fëanor: (to Nerdanel) So, are we going to play a game with me guessing how many, or are we going inside and prevent further delay?
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Nerdanel breaths deep and looks away from Fëanor. He goes through the door with her following
CUT TO: LONG SHOT: MOVING SHOT: They take their seats as Finwë continues
Finwë: (to audience) Ingwë, Elwë, and I were chosen to come to Aman to see the blessed two trees of Valinor, along with all the other wonders of the Valar.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: As Finwë speaks, Fëanor and his brothers exchange unpleasant looks.
CUT TO: MONTAGE: Flashback/foreshadowing of Elwë as Finwë speaks
Finwë: O.S.V. (to audience) We brought back the report to our people and many were stirred to make the journey. We traveled for long years over hills and mountains and across streams and rivers. On that journey we lost some who were dear to our hearts. For me, the loss of Elwë was most painful. We were fast friends and he would journey to visit the Noldor when he had time. On one such trek he entered the woods and was not seen ever again. Many looked for him and would not leave that land because of the hope of finding him. After long searches and much delay, the host moved on with Olwë leading the Teleri forward in his brother Elwë's, place.
CUT TO: MED SHOT: Olwë seating close to Finwë. PAN TO: Turgon at his table holding Elenwë's hand with their daughter Indril near.
PAN TO: Fëanor's twins looking around and smiling at young elf maidens; who are smiling at Maedhros as he tries to listen to Finwë.
PAN TO: Caranthir and Celegrom occupied with food and drink as Finwë continues.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Finwë continuing to stand with Indis now rising to stand by him
Finwë: (to audience) Lord Ulmo assisted us greatly by providing a means to cross the great sea. Once here in Aman, the Teleri remained near the sea in beautiful Alqualondë. Lord Aulë graciously took the Noldor under his tutelage while the Vanyar became devoted to Lord Manwë's service. So to all the Valar, we of the Noldor and those of the other two kindred that are present, salute you and honor your names, deeds, and hearts.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Finwë motions and several elves come from doors unseen. MOVING SHOT: Gifts are brought to the Valar present, Oromë and Aulë. They accept the gifts with nods and smiles.
Finwë: O.S.V. (to Aulë and Oromë) Though you may have no need for such gifts, please do take them as symbols of our appreciation and devotion. (To Olwë) King Olwë, please come.
CUT TO: MED SHOT: Olwë stands and comes close to Finwë. Finwë then reaches for a gift box that is given to him by Indis.
Finwë: (to Olwë) Olwë, I would like to present you also with a token of gratitude for friendship, kinship, and love you have afforded us and not in the least since you have allowed your daughter Ëarwen to marry my youngest son Finarfin.
MED SHOT CONT'D: Finwë and Olwë laugh and smile at each other as they embrace. Then Finwë hands Olwë the gift that is a miniature jeweled carving of a swan ship of Alqualondë.
Olwë: (to Finwë) Thank you King Finwë; I had no reservations about Ëarwen marrying Finarfin, for he has a good heart like his father. They both have blessed us with fine grandchildren.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: The kings look out fondly at Finarfin, Ëarwen and their children.
CUT TO: MED SHOT: All in the house of Finarfin rise and give a small bow to the kings. MOVING SHOT: Finarfin, Orodreth and Finrod remain standing and approach Finwë and Olwë.
Finarfin: (to Finwë and Olwë) On behalf of your families who love you and would like to honor the leadership you displayed through hard paths that we ourselves did not traverse, we present these tokes to you.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT CONT'D: MOVING SHOT: Orodreth assists two elves with a rolled up, pure white, sparkling cloth. They unroll it and hold it up. It is flag bearing the standard of Alqualondë. A swan is featured in the center with Olwë's name and family seal. Many cheer but Fëanor is visible put off. Olwë is pleased.
Olwë: (to all) This is a most excellent gift; thank you family; thank you.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: MOVING SHOT: Finrod walks nearer with a group of elves. They spread out a tapestry with brilliant colored threads and jewels woven in it. The tapestry depictions focus on the life and journey of Finwë. The audience stands, claps and cheers. Finwë is surprised and pleased. Fëanor is upset.
Finarfin: (to Finwë and Olwë) Both of these were suggested by Fingolfin although he left me to carry out all the planning.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Fingolfin and Finarfin smile and laugh under their breaths at each other
Finwë: (to all) Very well done my sons; splendid, wonderful my children, this touches my heart! I see that my family has been busy beyond what my eyes could see.
CUT TO: MED SHOT: Fëanor walks towards Finwë from the side opposite from his brothers. Nerdanel gets up and goes near as music starts up and the celebration activities continue.
Fëanor: (to Finwë, coldly) Yes, very busy father. I am gaining a clearer understanding of the true gifts that my brothers possess. I wonder what other surprises they have in store.
Fingolfin: (to Fëanor) Do I take that you approve of the gifts Fëanor? I know they may not be up to the high standards that you keep reserved for your creations, but many have labored long hours with patience and love to accomplish them.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Olwë bows to Finwë to gain his leave. Finwë bows to grant this and Olwë leaves the area with the gifts and a small entourage in tow.
Fëanor: (to Fingolfin) No doubt long hours of labor were committed, but perhaps they could have been spent more wisely. The flag is decent, with its beauty coming from its simplicity. Of course, this would put the project on a level for which you and Finarfin could easily govern.
Finwë: (to Fëanor) Fëanor, they are fine gifts given from the heart. Do not demean them because you had little part in their creation.
Fëanor: (to all) Little part father, you mean no part, as you can tell by quality of the finished works.
Fingolfin: (to Fëanor) Why should we bother to involve someone that prefers to work alone; sharing little with anyone? You want us to beg for your help as if we are incapable of doing anything of worth ourselves.
Fëanor: (to Fingolfin and Finarfin) You are wrong. Some things you do not need my help with; you are quite capable of looking foolish all by yourselves.
Finwë: (to all, stern but low) That's enough. This is not the place, if there ever is one, to argue vain points. This is to be a pleasant time.
Fëanor: (to Finwë, while looking at the tapestry) I submit my apology to you father. I did not mean for you to become frustrated. Indis's sons have done their best to honor you. Ah yes, the needle work is well enough...even if it is below the quality that Mìriel Serinde could have achieved.
Fingolfin: (to Fëanor, upset) You speak of honor but that concept is foreign to you!
MED. SHOT: Fëanor bows to Finwë and turns to leave. Nerdanel hesitates but follows him. Finwë slowly sits down in his chair worried as Indis holds his hand. Fingolfin tries to go after Fëanor but Finarfin stops him.
Fingolfin: (to Fëanor, upset, loud) What have you done to honor Finwë on this day or on any other day?!
Finarfin: (to Fingolfin) Hold Fingolfin. Let us not deliver any more stress to our father than has already been issued. Fëanor will bait you into further argument. He is in the wrong, but he will twist your words into some vulgar pronouncement.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Finarfin guides Fingolfin back to the table with his hand on his shoulder.
PAN PAST: A few guests disturbed by the argument. Others enjoy the music being played and happily talk. There is a call for Maglor to perform.
FADE TO BLACK:
Last Edit: Jul 6, 2010 15:13:58 GMT -5 by Glorfindel
I hope to start back postings some material sometime during the first week of August. I really want the revised/edited script and storyboards done by the end of the year. I may play around with some music and voice ideas for FOTN, but thinking about that seriously…those things are beyond my abilities to complete alone. It will be on to the next script for 2011, unless someone steps in to help with the other aspects of FOTN. See you next month. ;D
Last Edit: Jul 19, 2010 7:42:06 GMT -5 by Glorfindel
Post by Glorfindel on Aug 18, 2010 11:54:22 GMT -5
Final Version Scene 8: A Very Strained Relationship
FADE IN: EXT: Streets of Tirion MED SHOT: Fëanor and Nerdanel MOVING SHOT: Fëanor is fast on his way to his forge with Nerdanel following. She speaks but augments her volume as other elves pass by; Fëanor speaks loudly. The light of Mindon can be seen in the distance as they travel.
Fëanor: (to Nerdanel, loud) Must I explain myself again? Obviously you are unable to grasp it, although it is clear as Valmarian crystal.
Nerdanel: (to Fëanor, upset) Yes Fëanor, it is beyond my ability to comprehend why you continually feud with your family.
Fëanor: (to Nerdanel, loud, upset) They sit around Finwë's house hoping for more favor than second and third sons should require or deserve.
Nerdanel: (to Fëanor, loud then soft) They do no such thing! When I have been in their presence, I have never witnessed any of what you suggest. If only you would spend time with them as I have.
Fëanor: (to Nerdanel, very loud) Time with them?! Where are your loyalties Nerdanel?! When is it appropriate for the wife of the heir of King Finwë to spend more time with his brothers than with him?!
Nerdanel: (to Fëanor, upset, distraught) Fëanor, how you make me suffer so! You shun my presence in the past and now condemn me for being elsewhere?
Fëanor: (to Nerdanel) You have brought this on your head. Did I command you to stay away or cease from assisting me? My sons did not need extra attention but you insisted they did. Then you risked injuring them further by having them mingle with their lowly cousins.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Elves passing by overhear but try not to pay attention to what should be a private conversation.
Nerdanel: (to Feanor) They are all family Fëanor. They should know and get along with each other. I spent time with our sons out of love. I tried to help them blossom, those who had the heart to. Is that not a mother's duty? I love you, and out of love I have struggled and labored so long, hoping that...
Fëanor: (to Nerdanel, cutting her off) You could smother me like you smothered Maedhros? And yet again your “caring ways” succeeded by alienating Maglor against working at the forge; now he sings and reads poems all day like a Vanyar! Thank Eru that Caranthir, Celegrom and Curufin ended up with more of my spirit, and there is hope yet for the twins.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: They are near the door to Fëanor's forge and he prepares to unlock it as she speaks.
Nerdanel: (to Fëanor) I did not try to smother our sons nor you Fëanor. I'm not trying to stop you from becoming who you are meant to be. I just want things to be right and for you to share with me as a husband should share with his wife. I have never tried to stand in your glory, even in things in which we both labored. Please Fëanor, you must be willing to...
Fëanor: (to Nerdanel but mostly to himself, cutting her off) Press on, though many are against me. You speak of what is right, but what does that matter here in Aman? Younger brothers grapple for privilege that should reside only with the eldest son. In a supposed place of peace and safety, sorrow has touched the mighty...in the face of Finwë. In a place of undying yet there was death! Now, despite all that I have ever heard of the enemy and the war of ages past, our foe has been released to walk among us.
Nerdanel: (to Fëanor, trying to interrupt, pleading softly) Fëanor, we must have faith that through the power of Eru, in time, healing and…
Fëanor: (to Nerdanel but mostly to himself, cutting her off) We should be able to venture back to the lands of our fathers but the Valar counsel against it. We are governed like cattle and you wish to govern me too. No, I will make my own destiny with my own hands. I will make a destiny that will not be beholden to anyone!
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Nerdanel is silent and sad and he goes into the forge and closes the door with a thunderous slam. A large lock is locked and the loud click makes Nerdanel shiver.
MED. SHOT: MOVING SHOT: Oromë rides from out from an alley on the side of Finwë's house with Huan
Oromë: (to all) Eldar, farewell; may honor and joy be thine.
Celegrom: (to Oromë) Where to Lord Oromë? Is the hunt on again for you?
Oromë: (to Celegrom) The hunt is ever on. It shall not end until all fell things are subdued. I leave behind Huan my hound; be about his care though he needs little.
Celegrom: (to Oromë) Yes Lord Oromë.
MED. SHOT: Oromë leaves Huan and departs as the elves bow
Celegrom: (to himself and all) Will I ever hunt in Middle Earth? I would like to journey there, even for a short while.
Galadriel: (to Celegrom and all) I too have been curious for a long while about the old realms of Middle-earth.
Finrod: (to all, reflective) There have be recently rumors, about possible large groups of inhabitants, but I cannot remember where I first heard...
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Fingon and Maedhros
Fingon: (to all) Inhabitants? The Valar would have spoken to us about such strange matters. I would deem it unwise to leave the bliss and peace of Aman for the uncertainty of the wilderness.
ZOOM IN SLOW: ISOLATE: Maedhros
Maedhros: (to all) We all know that some elves did not come to Aman and perhaps a handful of our long distant kin may have survived, but I agree with Fingon. We would be made aware of something as strange as what you have mentioned. It is just wild stories for idle minds.
FADE TO BLACK:
Last Edit: Aug 18, 2010 13:22:36 GMT -5 by Glorfindel
Post by Glorfindel on Aug 27, 2010 13:15:50 GMT -5
Scene: 10 - The Silmarils
FADE IN: INT: Finwe's Mansion MED. SHOT: Finwë is in the atrium pacing; Aulë comes in the large front double doors
Aulë: (to Finwë) Greetings Finwë, I see that thou art impatient and bothered.
Finwë: (to Aulë) Yes, I apologize Lord Aulë. I pray that this effort goes well so that I may finally be at ease.
Aulë: (to Finwë) Is this a dire situation that we go to? I felt some discontentment at the feast between your sons, but that was many days ago. Surly things have bettered since then.
Finwë: (to Aulë) Nerdanel now dwells at Mahtan's house, but Indis has sent word for her to come and stay here for a time. Fëanor has not been seen for many days…save once, near the two trees.
Aulë: (to Finwë) My, my, Mahtan had not informed me of these ill tidings. Resolution must be forthcoming.
Finwë: (to Aulë) I agree. That is why I would like for you to come with me and speak to Fëanor. I believe he would listen to your wisdom; you have been a friend and have taught us so much.
Aulë: (to Finwë) Much lore of the making of things yea, but this is a matter of the heart. Then again, I am not foreign to over passion in creating, and the consequences of it. (sighs) Let us go.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Going to the entry, Finwë turns towards the banquet hall, notices light shining from under the doors. ANGLE ON: Light like tree light shines from under the doors BACK TO SCENE: Aulë then notices it too. They go in that direction
Finwë: (to himself, low) That light, how is it...
Aulë: (to Finwë) I must have missed that thy hall has a view of the trees.
Finwë: It does not. You can only see them directly from the tower.
MOVING SHOT: The light disappears. They enter in and see Fëanor sitting at the right side of Finwë's chair.
Fëanor: (to Finwë, to Aulë) Hello father, greetings Lord Aulë.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Fëanor stands and bows. A heavy iron box that is sparsely decorated is on the table by Fëanor.
Finwë: (to Fëanor, puzzled) Where have you been...why are you...how did you arrive?
Fëanor: (to Finwë) I came by the servant's door to show you that I am forever your servant, subject, and son.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Aulë a little frustrated
Aulë: (to Feanor) Thy father had concerns for thee, Fëanor. We were headed to find thee.
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Finwë walks up next to Fëanor
Fëanor: Now that trip is unnecessary for here I am. Father, come to your seat for a moment, for one that has been accused of never sharing, wishes to share something with you.
TWO SHOT CONT'D: Finwë slowly sits as Fëanor stands
Finwë: (to Fëanor) Now, what is this all about Fëanor?
Fëanor: It is about honor and respect. The things that are said I lack for others but open this box and see if it is so.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Finwë opens the box and the light instantly fills the room. It is the light of the two trees mingled
Finwë: (to Fëanor, awestruck) Great Eru Iluvatar! This, this is the light of Telperion and Laurelin!
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Finwë grasps Fëanor's arm; Aulë comes around to take a look
Finwë: (to Fëanor, surprise, happy) My son Curufinwë, my heart is full of joy but my lungs are short of air!
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Finwë slowly reaches into the box and removes the three jewels. Aulë has a very surprised look
Aulë: (to himself, low) Crystal with the light of Aman in them? No, it cannot be crystal. How is the light contained… emanated?
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Aulë strokes his beard and goes deep into puzzled thought ZOOM OUT SLOW: Servants of the household come in to see
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Fëanor and Finwë
Fëanor: (to Finwë) Your eyes are the first to see them in all of Aman, save mine. They seemed to have been in my mind for countless days, but just recently, they allowed me to bring them into being; for you to behold them. Honor and respect to you father.
Finwë: (to Fëanor, very happy) They are wonderful Fëanor; the light of the trees dwelling in my grasp. You do me a great honor my son. They must be known to all. All of Aman must see these wonders!
TWO SHOT CONT'D: He stands excitedly and Fëanor has a satisfied smile. PAN ACROSS: the room showing other elves in awe and joyful.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Aulë Aulë: (to Fëanor, excited) Fëanor, these gems must be presented to Manwë and the rest of the Valar. The festival of First fruits draws near, maybe then...uh, hum; I am at a loss as to what else to say other than this is a most wonderful, terrific, surprising day in Aman!
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Finwë and Fëanor stand together, side by side, as each lend a hand to hold up the jewels with other arm hugging each other. Fëanor and Finwë are smiling greatly.
Last Edit: Aug 27, 2010 13:16:31 GMT -5 by Glorfindel
Post by Glorfindel on Aug 30, 2010 12:26:57 GMT -5
Scene: 11 - The Hollowing of the Silmarils
TRANSISTION: EXT: Taniquetil (mountain range, Taniquetil is the highest mountain) EXTRA LONG SHOT: View of Valinor from high Taniquetil. The light of the Mindon in the city of Tirion is shining in the far distance. PAN ACROSS: Mountain slopes to a grand roadway with Fëanor coming up it; Finwë on one side and Maedhros on the other of Fëanor. ZOOM IN: Fëanor's other sons are behind him, then Fingolfin, Finarfin, and their wives and children. Vanyar elves line both sides of the road and sing softly.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Fëanor, Finwë, and Maedhros walking
Finwë: (to Fëanor) Fëanor, this honor is beyond any that the Noldor have ever received. Pride and joy you have given me Curufinwë.
Fëanor: (to Finwë) They are yours to have father. I have always sought to please you, although my path may have sometimes troubled your spirit. Whatever glory I receive is yours also. I just wish that Lord Aulë had not arranged this so soon.
Finwë: (to Fëanor) Is my fiery son becoming meek and modest? Embrace the moment, for you overly deserve recognition. You have said that you seek to bless all Aman. You have done so my son!
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: MOVING SHOT: Aulë makes his way through a crowd of spectacular Maiar to address Finwë and Fëanor.
Aulë: (Fëanor and Finwë) Finwë, Fëanor, we are to gather in Manwë's courts where the Festival of First Fruits is to begin.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: They follow Aulë into the grand courts. Manwë, Varda, Yavanna, and Nienna are sitting but Mandos is standing. Eonwë guides Fëanor and Finwë to Manwë.
Manwë: (to Finwë) Finwë, king of the Noldor kindred, may blessings of Iluvatar be upon thee and thy people, but it seems that thy son has already blessed thee with something wonderful.
Finwë: (to Manwë) Greetings most High King Manwë Sulimo, Lord of the Breath of Arda, yes my son Fëanor has blessed me almost beyond what my words can tell.
Manwë: (to Fëanor) Fëanor, come forth to us and let us see the subject of wondrous rumor.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: ISOLATE: Fëanor steps closer. He takes from underneath his cloak, a container covered by a wonderfully weaved cloth. Faint light is seen through the material. He uncovers the container and takes out an opaque crystal casket. The light is subdued until he opens the casket. He bows and holds the jewels up toward Manwë.
Manwë: (to Fëanor, very pleased) So it is true, for I had glimpsed a light like unto the two trees that did not come forth from them; it moved about briefly in Tirion and then was hid. These jewels thy have wrought are an astonishment Fëanor son of Finwë. Thy craft is remarkable and skill unsurpassed by any of the children of Iluvatar. What say thou Yavanna of this?
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Yavanna and Nienne
Yavanna: (to all) Indeed, wonders beyond wonders. Are they much lesser than the trees themselves? May be so, but not by large degree; they are close kin in splendor for they were crafted by the one of the beloved here in Aman.
Nienne: (to all) These are a symbol of hope against all hurt that has gone before. They are now the rarest creation by Eldar hand. An everlasting beauty to drive away fear and sorrow.
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Varda stands and steps toward Fëanor
Varda: (to Fëanor) Fëanor of the house of Finwë, may I hold thy blessings?
Fëanor: (to Varda) Well...yes Queen Varda, of course you may.
TWO SHOT CONT'D: He reluctantly places the jewels in her hands. Varda then raises them up to the sky.
Varda: (to Eru, to all) Behold the Silmarils, the mighty jewels of light that were wrought in the Blessed Realm. They indeed hold in them the light of Telperion and Laurelin, the two trees of Valinor. Untainted, clean, and now holy in the realm of what is. Symbolizing purity, spirits free and devotion to the righteous will of Eru Iluvatar; no hands unclean, no heart of evil and full of malice shall ever touch these without being burned with the fire of everlasting anguish. Let all rejoice at the sight of them and be forever glad.
ANGLE ON: Jewels shine extra bright; then with many colors. BACK TO SCENE: LONG SHOT: Everyone is in awe with wide eyes and open mouths; then smiles and laughter coming quickly after. The Vanyar start a song and many others join in.
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Varda gives the Silmarils back to Fëanor who is still awed.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Finwë comes close to Fëanor, they both bow to Manwe and Varda and walk towards the festive crowd.
Finwë: (to Fëanor) Fëanor, are you alright?
Fëanor: (to Finwë) Yes father, they just seem...new...to me again, and much more than before.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Aulë joins them as they continue towards the rest of the elves who have come. They past Mandos and he speaks.
Mandos: (to all, very loud) Fëanor has made wonders beyond wonders here in Aman! Locked in these jewels are the fate of land, sea and air!
MED. SHOT CONT'D: The music dies down for a brief moment and then picks back up. Fëanor and Finwë look puzzled at Aulë.
Fëanor: (to Aulë) What does Mandos mean Lord Aulë?
Aulë: (to Fëanor, laughs) Who can tell? Námo is always speaking with preponderating vagueness.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Fëanor's sons gather around him and the Vanyar encircle them all with singing and dancing. ZOOM OUT SLOW: Fëanor attaches the silmarils to a necklace and puts it on. Fingolfin, Finarfin are some distance away, and Melkor looks on from behind a stone pillar distant from everyone.
DISSOLVE: EXT: Streets of Valmar LONG SHOT: Fingolfin and Finarfin walk together along the streets of Valmar.
Fingolfin: (to Finarfin) In these past days, I am reluctant to speak to father about anything concerning Fëanor. Since the hollowing of the jewels, he sees less wrong in Fëanor's actions than ever before.
Finarfin: (to Fingolfin) Our brother has always been proud. Is it a surprise that he would value himself even more now than in the past? Alas, Father's favorable view of him is far from new, but I am still hopeful that Lord Aulë can assist in making things fair.
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Fingolfin stops and causes Finarfin to halt on a quiet corner street. He looks around cautiously
Fingolfin: (to Finarfin, quieter) They must be made better Finarfin, at least tolerable, and that seems hard pressed to ask for even in Aman when you deal with Fëanor. Aulë has sway with all the Noldor; father tried to enlist his help before...
CUT TO: MED SHOT: MOVING SHOT: A tall, dark, colorful, but translucent figure comes toward them. It takes a more solid shape as it approaches and reveals itself to be Melkor
Melkor: (to both) Hail sons of Finwë, greetings and salutations to the princes of the Noldor. I hope that thy trek from Tirion to city of the Valar was full of bliss and uneventful, although it seems as if your business here is not casual.
Fingolfin: (to Melkor) Greetings Lord Melkor, we were on our way to inquire of Lord Aulë on a...small...family matter.
Melkor: (to both) Allow me to walk with thee for I am headed that way also.
Finarfin: (to Melkor) Of course Lord Melkor, thank you for accompanying us.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: MOVING SHOT: Fingolfin and Finarfin seem uneasy as they walk with Melkor walking between them
Melkor: (to Fingolfin) Does a small matter weigh so heavily on the hearts of the mighty? I am no stranger to what strife can do to a family. It is good that you seek council of someone you trust and is wise, like Aulë. Harmony may yet be achieved, but, to be truly prepared, other measures may need to be taken that my friend Aulë would not bring forth.
Fingolfin: (to Melkor) What are these things that Aulë would not reveal to us when he has been open and forth coming on so many matters?
Melkor: (to both) Has he, or for that matter, have they? Have the Valar revealed all to thee on every point that thou have pressed?
Finarfin: (to Melkor) I believe so. They have done all that they can to make sure we grow in strength and wisdom. They would not hold back knowledge that would be crucial to us as a people.
Melkor: (to both) Perhaps they would not, but Fëanor grows in honor and worth in Finwë's eyes, and indeed, in the eyes of all Aman since he brought forth the amazing jewels. The Silmarils are...so wonderful, so spectacular. I think the Valar would hesitate to intervene in any matter concerning Fëanor now. Thou cannot always depend on others for security and resolution. A time may come in which thou may need to make thine own houses secure, as well as your rights as princes.
Fingolfin: (to Melkor) There maybe some merit in what you say. Sons of Finwë ought to be able to stand on their own in some matters; still, it is prudent to press the issue to Aulë first.
Melkor: (to both) As thou sees fit, oh fair princes of the Noldor.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Aulë's Mansion. PAN TO: the street in front of the building to show the three approaching
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Melkor eyes glint like rubies. He smiles and stops short of the path leading to the entrance.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Fingolfin and Finarfin near the path to the entrance. They both stop and look back at Melkor.
Finarfin: (to Melkor) Lord Melkor?
Melkor: (to Finarfin, then both) Ah, it is nothing dear Finarfin. I have become aware of a need of me elsewhere. I will visit Blacksmith Aulë another day or even perhaps at the next gathering of the people of Tirion for festival. I hope the Silmarils are present....they are so exquisite. Farewell lords of the Noldor!
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Melkor again becomes slightly translucent and faded. He seems to guide through the air in the opposite direction of Aulë's house.
FADE IN: EXT: Shops and streets of Tirion MED. SHOT: Mahtan and Nerdanel walk slowly down a street.
CUT TO: LONG SHOT: Fëanor is far down the street coming towards them. Nerdanel quickly leaves to go inside a nearby shop.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Fëanor is wearing a shiny metal helmet, light armor, a shield on his back and a sword at his side (sheaved). Nearby elves express surprise and are amazed at the site.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Fëanor comes near Mahtan and is stopped by him
Mahtan: (to Fëanor, concerned) Fëanor, what is the meaning of this? Why are you wearing such gear?
Fëanor: (to Mahtan) No cause for you to frown with open mouth Mahtan. Coat of arms and family crest can be displayed on metal as well as cloth or stone.
Mahtan: (to Fëanor) We will speak of this later, for now, my chief concern is that Nerdanel...
Fëanor: (to Mahtan, cutting him off) How is she getting along, well I trust? I see that she still has a quick step as she left you in a hurry.
Mahtan: (to Mahtan) A step that would be towards you if what was offered to...
Fëanor: (to Mahtan, cutting him off) Offer what Mahtan; compromise, an apology, the ability to forgive? Well, rest assured that if her heart occupies that position, then I would receive her penances gladly; for it is well known that her own doing has lead to her current situation.
Mahtan: (to Fëanor, upset, loud) How can you make such a claim when you neglected her so? You have put your ambitions and hunger for accolades above concerns for anyone, but chiefly Nerdanel! At seems that you have filled her space with the Silmarils, the trophies of your so called genius!
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Fëanor's eyes flare and he puts his hand on the hilt of his sword. Then he smiles and laughs.
Fëanor: (to Mahtan, coldly) I have never seen you jealous Mahtan, nor did I think that my old teacher could ever be so. You had always warned against such emotions, even to your own daughter. Perhaps lessons that you should now review. You do Nerdanel honor by being so concerned about her wellbeing, so I credit your good intentions to this unfortunate encounter to balance the account. But do not let you heart be over zealous…less you error in judgment and fall.
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Fëanor and Mahtan, curious elves passing by
Mahtan: (to Fëanor, angry, loud) It will be your errors that lead to a fall. Oh yes, this gear that you have crafted of late is finely decorated with nice ornamentation, but they still are devices of conflict and injury. Tell me, what do peaceful people need with such things?
Fëanor: (to Mahtan) The Valar used them once, and some still carry them as a testament of ages past. Cannot I share in this tradition? Do not the Valar eat, although they have no need to, only for pleasure? Cannot I still craft these for my own pleasure? Yet, I tell you straight forward that I have longed to explore the old realms of Middle Earth. In days far off, what I make now may aid me in that journey.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Mahtan
Mahtan: (to Fëanor, grimly) Now regret has fully come to my soul, realizing that what I once taught you could be used for such purposes. Why journey off when there is much in your heart left unexplored? I can see my words and advice are of no use to one who has ascended to such heights as you have.
Fëanor: (to Mahtan, cold) It is because you have nothing worthwhile to offer Mahtan. I believe that you have a gross lack of imagination.
FADE TO BLACK:
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FADE IN: INT: Mansion of Finwë - Large Sitting Room MED. SHOT: Finwë is on a big comfortable loveseat with Indis seating beside him. Servants bring drink and fruit to them as they gaze out a nearby window.
CUT TO: LONG SHOT: Large doorway across the room. There is a rumble outside. Aulë appears standing in the doorway.
Aulë: (to Finwë, urgently) Finwë, I have a need to speak with thee immediately.
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Finwë and Indis on loveseat. Finwë rises and bows slightly to Aulë
Finwë: (to Aulë) Greetings and good day to you Lord Aulë, please speak, what is the matter at hand?
CUT TO: LONG SHOT: Aulë at the doorway
Aulë: (to Finwë) The concern is this.
LONG SHOT CONT'D: MOVING SHOT: Aulë pulls a long sword from his side and tosses it across the room.
ANGLE ON: Sword lands straight up, tip down, splitting a piece of fruit on the table not far from Finwë. BACK TO SCENE: CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Finwë goes over to examine the sword.
Finwë: (to Aulë) Very impressive.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Aulë
Aulë: (to Finwë) Well, I was trying for the red fruit but my release was a little off and...Oh, yes, yes, the sword; I have seen only a handful carried by the Noldor in all the many years since the hosts arrived in Aman, but recently their numbers have increased tenfold.
MED. SHOT: Finwë pulls the sword out of the table as Aulë continues.
Aulë: OFF SCREEN (to Finwë) The Noldor have made replicas of weaponry for display and as gifts to commemorate the great war of ages past, but these, these are no mere tokens of reflection or for trimming hair.
CUT TO: MED SHOT: Indis stands, address Aulë and turns toward Finwë
Indis: (to Aulë, to Finwë) These are very ill tidings you bring us. What do you make of this my love?
MED. SHOT: MOVING SHOT: Finwë walks slowly towards Indis and stands by her still studying the sword.
Finwë: (to Indis, Aulë) The knowledge of making weapons seems to have burst forth out of nowhere. This is both strange and troubling.
Aulë: (to Finwë) Even thy princes participate. Fëanor will not be seen unless armed and armored. I went to his forge at the bequest of thy other sons, but I did not find him there. His door was unlocked but no weapons or armor was present.
Indis: (to Aulë, Finwë) He is making weapons somewhere nonetheless.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Finwë is silent and notes the brilliant designs on the sword and how deadly sharp it is ANGLE ON: Sword and its details BACK TO SCENE: Finwë’s mood is now very grim.
Finwë: (to Aulë) You have long been restraint with the Noldor concerning such craft Lord Aulë. Who would have taught this to my people? Unless by chance they have wandered into this dark end of knowledge, and have discovered it themselves?
Aulë: (to Finwë) Are these, the products of happenstance? I have taught many of thy people great crafting lore, but I doubt it is possible that their metal working prowess has evolved to be capable forging these things with such skill without aid. What aid...I cannot say.
Indis: (to Finwë) This must be addressed soon King Finwë. Many will be waiting to hear your word on the matter.
Finwë: (to Aulë. Indis) Thank you Lord Aulë for bring this concern to me. I have noticed the "pride" growing in my people but it seems that I have been lax and slow to notice the potential danger of it. They make swords and armor as if battle was at hand here in the Blessed Realm. (Pause) I will convene a council of the princes and elders of the Noldor to get to the bottom of this.
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WIPE: EXT: Near the square in Tirion MED. SHOT: MOVING SHOT: Finrod walks with Amarië holding hands and encounters Melkor talking to a group of elves.
Melkor: (to group) ...indeed I was there when Fëanor's genius arose and the knowledge given to him manifest in the greatest of his creations; but it is not the place of a teacher to boast of his part in such matters. Let their beauty shine forth forever undimmed by needless jealousies. (Sees Finrod and Amarië, addresses them) Greetings Prince Finrod but I wager that this is not thy sister Galadriel?
Finrod: (to Melkor) No, Lord Melkor, this is Amarië of the Vanyar.
Amarië: (to Melkor) Greetings Lord Melkor
Melkor: (to Amarië) Greetings child, be blessed. I have seen glimpses of fair Galadriel; with hair like the light of the two trees, yet it seems that all the Vanyar more than rival her.
Amarië: (to Melkor, slight bow) Very kind are your words Lord Melkor but Galadriel's beauty of spirit and mind has no rival.
Melkor: (nods to Amarië, to Finrod) Ah, she is fair and gracious dear Finrod. A blessed pair; perhaps Galadriel will be matched as wonderfully as thee someday. Where is thy sister dear Finrod?
Finrod: (to Melkor) Galadriel prepares to leave for Alqualondë to visit a while with our kin. Her spirit has been restless lately, although I do not fully understand why.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Melkor
Melkor: (to Finrod) That is comprehended easily Prince Finrod. Thou are a great people of much skill and subtly of mind. Fair did the Valar make Aman but yet...much still could be desired.
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Finrod and Amarië
Amarië: (to Melkor) More Lord Melkor? Peace and joy here cannot be found anywhere else in Arda. What can compare to the light of the trees of Valinor and the holy mountain?
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Finrod, Amarië, Melkor and the group of elves
Melkor: (to Amarië) Yes, bliss abides for many here, but could not it be established elsewhere? Have thou not improved thy surroundings by the skills of thy own hands? Could not thou do so in lands which were originally created for thee?
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Finrod
Finrod: Why leave the fellowship of the Valar and light to journey into a land filled with darkness and uncertainty?
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Melkor
Melkor: (to, Finrod, small laugh) Is that a question for me to answer Prince Finrod, or one that thou have pondered long over thyself? It is true that the paths in Middle Earth are uncertain but it is equally true that the timeless paths here are well worn. In error, I made much of those lands unsafe, but that was many ages ago. Certainly the Valar must have made it more secure than it was in those days.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Finrod, Amarië, Melkor
Finrod: (to Melkor) The Valar do labor to mend and maintain the entire world. It is said that Lord Ulmo is present there through the waters and Lord Oromë...
Melkor: (interrupting Finrod) Wise Finrod, I do not mean to cause any unease in Aman. I have enjoyed my freedom here and hope to continue helping others in "this" land. Although, it strikes me odd that the Valar would maintain a land emptied of it people unless they mean for them to eventually come back to it, but then again there are the others... Never mind my dear children. I must be on my way to speak to the...other Valar. Be blessed and farewell.
MED. SHOT: ZOOM OUT SLOW: Melkor leaves the group and they half ponder what he said to them. Finrod and Amarië hold hands and leave too.
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Post by Glorfindel on Nov 26, 2010 12:31:32 GMT -5
FINAL VERSION Scene: 16 - Cousins Mischief
DISSOLVE: INT: House of Fingolfin MED. SHOT: Turgon and Elenwë sit together on an open balcony that overlooks a busy street.
Turgon: (to Elenwë) It would be nice to spend time away on the shore. I almost envy Galadriel.
Elenwë: (to Turgon) Time away from me you mean (nudges him with her elbow and smiles). You would leave me here, for you know that I do not like to tarry long away from the Holy Mountain or the city of Tirion.
Turgon: (to Elenwë, smiling) My sweet Elenwë. I would never wish to leave you, but would you not accompany your husband on such a brief sojourn? Where is your love?
Elenwë: (smiling, taking his hand in hers) At home, as you should be; but of course if you go, I would go with you husband.
CUT TO: EXT: Street in front of the house MED. SHOT: Aredhel approaches looking up at the balcony with Celegrom (w/Huan) and Curufin coming into view on either side of her. They wave to greet Turgon and Elenwë from the street. Celegrom and Curufin are in armor with helms and swords.
Aredhel: (to Elenwë and Turgon) Greetings Elenwë and to you my brother; have you seen Amrod or Amras?
Elenwë: (to Aredhel) No Aredhel, we have not seen the twins for some time now.
Curufin: (to Aredhel) Where else could they be?
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Turgon and Elenwë looking down from balcony
Turgon: (to all, to Curufin) There is something amiss here. What has happened? Your concern seems heavy.
Curufin: (to Turgon) Indeed. An item went missing and we believe that they may have it.
Celegrom: (to all) It is my fault, trusting them with it around. It was too much temptation.
Turgon: (to all, to Aredhel) What item, Aredhel what is going on?
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Aredhel, Celegrom, and Curufin look to Turgon
Aredhel: (to Turgon) Because of my love of hunting, I inquired to Celegrom about making a special bow, not for me, but for Galadriel as a gift to have while in Alqualondë. The Teleri there still prefer…
Turgon: (to Aredhel, Smiling) The point is?
Celegrom: (to Turgon) A bow was leant to me from the house of Lord Oromë as a model to make a replica. Curufin was to complete the task but the bow went missing soon after Amrod and Amras had been by. It must be returned safely to avoid embarrassment, to say the least.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT CONT'D: Huan comes next to Celegrom and barks looking behind them
Celegrom: (to Huan) What is it Huan?
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Suddenly, an arrow flies in, crashes and shatters on Celegrom's armor. One more comes and splitters on Curufin's helm
Celegrom: (Upset, towards a tower behind them, then to the group) Ah, so there they are! We better take cover.
CUT TO: LONG SHOT: Aredhel hustles under an arced entryway. Curufin follows her
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Aredhel and Curufin in the entryway. He removes his helm and holds his head
Curufin: (to himself and Aredhel) That hurts a little; even though those are weak children's play arrows with no tips.
TWO SHOT CONT'D: A few more make shift arrows whisk through the air near by
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Celegrom is underneath an awning across the street.
Elenwë: O.S.V. (loud, to all) Are you all alright?! That was not a very kind of them!
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Aredhel and Curufin in entryway
SOUND/FX: Sound of arrows striking the street and walls around the group
Aredhel: (to all, loud, upset) Not very sporting of them at all I say. Where is the challenge of hitting a static target in the middle of the street?
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Celegrom under awning
Celegrom: (to Aredhel) At least they do not seem to be aiming for you, Turgon or Elenwë. Maybe you can sneak…
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Maglor and Caranthir approach the group in hiding from a side street and greet them. They are wearing helms and armor
Maglor: (to all, puzzled) Greetings kin…why does it seem as if you are hiding from something?
Turgon: O.S.V. (to Maglor) It may do you good to get out from the middle of the street.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Arrows pepper Maglor and Caranthir. They try to dodge, duck and parry them
Caranthir: (to all, surprised, upset) What in the name of Eru, Manwë, and the holy mountain is going on?
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Maglor and Caranthir both rush to where Celegrom shelters
Maglor: (to Celegrom) Let me guess, Amrod and Amras?
SOUND/FX: Sound of the arrow strikes get fewer and then stop
Celegrom: (to Maglor) And they have a bow from the house of Oromë.
Caranthir: (to both) That is a bow from Oromë? Not good. They may mean us no permanent harm, but carelessness could still put out an eye.
Maglor: (to both) You would think that by now they would have outgrown such pranks. Let us end this.
Celegrom: (to Aredhel) You and Curufin stay put while we make our way to the tower.
CUT TO: LONG SHOT: Elenwë and Turgon looking down into the street
Elenwë: (loudly, happy) The rescuers have come!
Maglor: (to Elenwë) Rescuers?!
LONG SHOT CONT'D: She points down the street and they all turn and look.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Coming towards them are Maedhros and Fingon walking together with the twins behind them and Aegnor with Angrod in the rear.
Maedhros: (to all) Did someone have a bow go missing; one from Lord Oromë's no less?
Maglor: O.S.V.(to Maedhros) Well thank you, by Eru thank you for corralling these two.
Fingon: (to Maglor) It was not by our skill that we came by these mischievous two, but by Huan’s prowess.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Those in hiding come out and meet them
Celegrom: (to Fingon) He did sense something first and then vanished.
Aegnor: (to all) We were coming this way several streets back, and he nearly bowled us over.
Maedhros: (to Celegrom) We perceive that he had an urgent errand, so we followed him.
Amras: (to all) By Aulë, I did not expect him to come so quick and quietly.
Amrod: (to all, laughing) Indeed, he flew in like the wind and pounced on us!
Celegrom: [to twins, sternly] Oh, it is comedy to you both? I should...never mind, where is the bow and why are both of your faces wet?
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Amras and Amrod
Amras: (to Celegrom) He licked us.
Amrod: (to Celegrom) I guess he decided to -
Amras: (to Celegrom) - clean us up?
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: The whole group
Aredhel: (to twins, smiling) Someone needs to help you clean up your acts
Fingon: (to all) And as for the bow...
Angrod: (to all, finishing) ...behold, Huan, the hound of Valinor and hero.
CUT TO: MED SHOT: Huan comes slowly up the street with the bow. The group laughs.
FADE TO BLACK:
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FADE IN: EXT: Main courtyard in Tirion near Finwë’s house MED. SHOT: Finarfin walking toward Fingolfin as Fingolfin approaches Finwë’s halls deep in thought with his head down
Finarfin: (to Fingolfin) Greetings brother; with resent tasks that I have had to endure I thought that I had cause to be grim, but it seems you supersede me.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: Fingolfin is silent; Finarfin turns to walk beside him
Fingolfin: (to Finarfin) The council is to convene soon to discuss the current affairs of the Noldor, particularly the making of weapons and armor.
Finarfin: (to Fingolfin) Yes, I have heard that some find such things…unsettling. Is it so troubling to display colors and family crest on such items? No one hinders any who chose to do so or choose not.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Fingolfin
Fingolfin: (to Finarfin) It may be that "one" wishes to hinder us Finarfin. It is rumored that Fëanor hopes to push us aside utterly. With the silmarils securing his fame in Aman, and forever putting him in the good graces of father, he now looks to strike against us.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Finarfin
Finarfin: (to Fingolfin) But surly father would not allow Fëanor to keep strength of arms while stripping us of ours.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Fingolfin
Fingolfin: (to Finarfin) I fear the secret truth of it all; that while King Finwë loves us and our mother, gross favor will always be given to Fëanor. They say Fëanor closely resembles his mother in face, and so father is ever reminded of his first love, and lost, when he looks upon him.
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Finarfin and Fingolfin
Finarfin: (to Fingolfin) We have received father's love given without hesitation. Still…there is truth in your words.
Fingolfin: (to Finarfin) I will go to father before the council convenes and hope that he will hear me out. Go to your house. No need for father to look on us both unfavorably if things go badly.
Finarfin: (to Fingolfin, sad laugh) I was on my way to see Galadriel off. It has been a hard task governing her ambitions. She has been restless of late…dreams of far off places. I directed her to visit Olwë and her kin by the sea. I hope this will appease her and keep her ideas from spreading to her brothers.
Fingolfin: (to Finarfin) Then I leave you to deal with restless hearts while I go to speak to father. Be well blessed Finarfin and pray to Eru that I am successful.
TWO SHOT CONT'D: Fingolfin shoulder hugs Finarfin and turns to leave.
CUT TO: INT: Finwë's Mansion MED. SHOT: Finwë is at a short table with two other elves talking. Fingolfin comes in quickly and bows to Finwë
Fingolfin: (to all, to Finwë) Greetings to you all; father, I need to speak with you.
Finwë: (to Fingolfin) Cannot this wait until the council in a few hours?
Fingolfin: (to Finwë) No father, please hear me out.
MED. SHOT CONT'D: The other two elves leave out
Finwë: (to Fingolfin) What is it Fingolfin?
Fingolfin: (to Finwë) There is much to say but my words seem to fail me now. (Pause) I feel that there is some hidden danger brewing.
Finwë: (to Fingolfin) Yes, that feeling has come to reside in my heart lately. It is why the council was called.
Fingolfin: (to Finwë) Yes, yes indeed, but I believe that one of your sons may be adding to this prevailing climate. (Pause) King and Father, will you not seek to restrain the pride of Curufinwë, who is called the spirit of fire all too true?
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Finwë
Finwë: (to Fingolfin, sad, thoughtful) …Long has the enmity been between my sons. I have tried to bring my house together, yet with no success. Fëanor's heart and mind are so bold and bright. It is very difficult to constrain them.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP: Fingolfin
Fingolfin: (to Finwë) I am well aware of Fëanor's attitude towards many things, but now he speaks and gives edicts as if he were a King of some realm. What right does he speak for all our people? It was you who long ago spoke to the elves about the invitation of the Valar. You lead our people on the dangerous roads of Middle-earth to the light of Valinor. You must know that you have two sons that remember your great deeds and honor your word.
CUT TO: LONG SHOT: Large double doors swing open with a loud sound. Fëanor marches in boldly, wearing full armor with sword
Fëanor: (to Fingolfin, loud, angry) So, it is even as I suspected! My half-brother tries to be ahead of me with the heart of my father as in all other matters!
CUT TO: LONG SHOT: Elves rush in to see what is going on. Fëanor continues to approach Fingolfin. Fëanor stops a short distance away and draws his sword.
Finwë: (to Fëanor, upset, uneasy) Fëanor, this is not honorable my son.
CUT TO: TWO SHOT: Fëanor and Fingolfin
Fëanor: (to Finwe, to Fingolfin) I am just putting things in their proper order father, no disrespect intended towards you. (Pause) Fingolfin, know that once you are first, you can never be last. Take your due place!
TWO SHOT CONT'D: MOVING SHOT: Fingolfin bows to Finwë and leaves. He walks to the open doors. Elves are inside and outside watching. Fëanor follows and stops him outside the doors by putting his sword to Fingolfin’s chest.
Fëanor: (to Fingolfin, cold, harsh) See, half-brother, this is sharper than your tongue. Try once more to usurp my place in the love of my father and maybe it will rid the Noldor of one that seeks to be the master of thralls.
CUT TO: MED. SHOT: Fingolfin is silent. He gently moves away from the sword and walks down the steps to the square. Fëanor sheaths his sword.
Last Edit: Dec 3, 2010 9:11:36 GMT -5 by Glorfindel