Post by Sauron Gorthaur on Oct 23, 2012 14:45:22 GMT -5
Hello - Sauron Gorthaur here.
So, I've agreed to adopt the Lay of Luthien script. This is my rewritten version of Scene 20, the Finrod/Sauron song contest. Since the version of the scene in the Silmarillion doesn't have a whole lot of detail, I based it on the Lay of Leithian and the dialogue found there. So yeah, I plan on working on the rest of the script, but I'd appreciate editing feedback or comments on this. Thanks.
SCENE 20
EXT. GAURHOTH ISLE – NIGHT
[Beren, Finrod, and the disguised elves slip through the rocky terrain around Gaurhoth Isle, keeping a wary eye on the tower and bridge across which werewolves prowl, howling eerily every now and then. They draw level with the bridge. A shadow flits across the moon: Thuringwethil.]
THURINGWETHIL: Take them, Orcs! Take them to Sauron!
[Orcs pour out from behind the rocks, surrounding them. Beren grips his sword hilt, but Finrod stops him.]
FINROD: There are too many to fight. Our disguises will hold a while longer.
BEREN: I ask the Valar it may be so. Sauron is not known for being a kind host.
[The orcs herd the whole company across the bridge. Werewolves rise from beside the huge, iron doors, slavering at them. The doors swing open, then clash shut when the company passes through.]
INT. GAURHOTH THRONE ROOM – NIGHT
[Orcs form a semi-circle around the disguised elves, Finrod, and Beren. Werewolves prowl in and out of the torchlight, and Thuringwethil laughs shrilly from her place by Sauron’s throne. Sauron lounges on his throne.]
SAURON: I am sure you are aware that all companies who wish to enter King Morgoth’s lands must report to me. What is your business? Who is your captain? Speak!
FINROD: (speaking in an orcish growl) We were on an important mission for the King… near Nargothrond. We bear information for Morgoth.
[Sauron stands and stalks toward them.]
SAURON: Interesting. But we have news of Nargothrond already. King Finrod Felagund has left, and Orodreth sits on the throne. You did not name your captain.
FINROD: (still in an orc growl) Captain Boldog.
SAURON: More interesting still. A good captain, Boldog. He was slain on the borders of Doriath six months ago.
[His voice turns suddenly sharp.]
Repeat your vows! Now, Orcs of Morgoth. Your vows!
[Finrod hesitates. The elves shift uncomfortably, and Beren clinches his fists, his eyes blazing behind his orc helmet. Thuringwethil gives a shrill laugh. Sauron allows them enough time to feel distinctly uncomfortable. He steps in front of Finrod.]
SAURON: I see that your memories have failed you. Perhaps I should begin… Death to law, to light, to love…
[The elves cringe to hear such blasphemies. Finrod stands firm, but a pained gasp escapes him.]
SAURON (CONT’D): Cursed by moon and stars above… Come, come – surely you have not forgotten. (pause) Well, perhaps I should remind you of your Master’s deeds in this world and his servants’ duties.
[The contest. When Sauron’s song prevails, his shadow grows and the lighting turns dim and red. When Finrod’s song prevails, Sauron’s shadow diminishes with a yellow-white light that seems to emanate from Finrod.]
SAURON: In darkness deep the world was wrought,
In shadows all of Arda caught;
The Master arose in discordant might
To all the Valar’s power smite.
In wrath and ruin the world ran red,
With death and darkness, Arda bled,
And Morgoth reigns as king o’er all.
Blaspheme Eru’s name and fall!
FINROD: Through the dark a light pierced true.
The Valar sang their song anew,
And conquered Melkor’s song of hate
That could not stand ‘gainst Eru’s fate.
The Two Trees shone with holy light,
The Valar rule in blesséd might,
And Manwë reigns as king o’er all.
I shall not blaspheme Eru’s name and fall!
SAURON: The Two Trees groaned; their life was spent.
By shadows their failing light was rent.
The Silmarilli sit in Morgoth’s crown;
Let Noldor in hate and vengeance drown!
Fëanor spoke his Oath of doom;
Betrayals rank the Elves consume.
The Valar’s Curse now holds them thrall.
You shall blaspheme Eru’s name and fall!
[During the next verse, Finrod’s power begins to wane, his voice and light growing weaker.]
FINROD: Battles fought, and battles won,
The chains of Morgoth’s wrath undone,
Lands unmarred yet stretch afar;
Realms that bear not evil’s scar.
The sun arises bright each morn.
The moon will not be hid or torn.
Mountains still stand and trees grow tall.
I shall not blaspheme Eru’s name and fall!
[During the last verse, Sauron’s power grows considerably. The elves shrink back in pain. Their armor grows translucent, their elven features becoming clear, and by the final line, they stand revealed. As it becomes clear that Sauron is winning, the orcs beat their shields, the wolves howl triumphantly, and Thuringwethil laughs, the sounds punctuating Sauron’s chanting.]
SAURON: Teleri waters ran blood red.
The haven was filled with elven dead.
Cruel bite of Fëanorian swords
Doomed forever the Noldorin lords.
Tears unnumbered on dark shores lie;
By weapon, by torment, by grief you shall die.
Your kin-red swords have cursed you all.
You’ve already blasphemed Eru’s name, SO FALL!
[Finrod collapses, a hand on his agonized brow. At the last two words, orcs seize Beren, Finrod, and the other elves. Sauron points a finger at them imperiously.]
SAURON: Take them to the dungeons!
So, I've agreed to adopt the Lay of Luthien script. This is my rewritten version of Scene 20, the Finrod/Sauron song contest. Since the version of the scene in the Silmarillion doesn't have a whole lot of detail, I based it on the Lay of Leithian and the dialogue found there. So yeah, I plan on working on the rest of the script, but I'd appreciate editing feedback or comments on this. Thanks.
SCENE 20
EXT. GAURHOTH ISLE – NIGHT
[Beren, Finrod, and the disguised elves slip through the rocky terrain around Gaurhoth Isle, keeping a wary eye on the tower and bridge across which werewolves prowl, howling eerily every now and then. They draw level with the bridge. A shadow flits across the moon: Thuringwethil.]
THURINGWETHIL: Take them, Orcs! Take them to Sauron!
[Orcs pour out from behind the rocks, surrounding them. Beren grips his sword hilt, but Finrod stops him.]
FINROD: There are too many to fight. Our disguises will hold a while longer.
BEREN: I ask the Valar it may be so. Sauron is not known for being a kind host.
[The orcs herd the whole company across the bridge. Werewolves rise from beside the huge, iron doors, slavering at them. The doors swing open, then clash shut when the company passes through.]
INT. GAURHOTH THRONE ROOM – NIGHT
[Orcs form a semi-circle around the disguised elves, Finrod, and Beren. Werewolves prowl in and out of the torchlight, and Thuringwethil laughs shrilly from her place by Sauron’s throne. Sauron lounges on his throne.]
SAURON: I am sure you are aware that all companies who wish to enter King Morgoth’s lands must report to me. What is your business? Who is your captain? Speak!
FINROD: (speaking in an orcish growl) We were on an important mission for the King… near Nargothrond. We bear information for Morgoth.
[Sauron stands and stalks toward them.]
SAURON: Interesting. But we have news of Nargothrond already. King Finrod Felagund has left, and Orodreth sits on the throne. You did not name your captain.
FINROD: (still in an orc growl) Captain Boldog.
SAURON: More interesting still. A good captain, Boldog. He was slain on the borders of Doriath six months ago.
[His voice turns suddenly sharp.]
Repeat your vows! Now, Orcs of Morgoth. Your vows!
[Finrod hesitates. The elves shift uncomfortably, and Beren clinches his fists, his eyes blazing behind his orc helmet. Thuringwethil gives a shrill laugh. Sauron allows them enough time to feel distinctly uncomfortable. He steps in front of Finrod.]
SAURON: I see that your memories have failed you. Perhaps I should begin… Death to law, to light, to love…
[The elves cringe to hear such blasphemies. Finrod stands firm, but a pained gasp escapes him.]
SAURON (CONT’D): Cursed by moon and stars above… Come, come – surely you have not forgotten. (pause) Well, perhaps I should remind you of your Master’s deeds in this world and his servants’ duties.
[The contest. When Sauron’s song prevails, his shadow grows and the lighting turns dim and red. When Finrod’s song prevails, Sauron’s shadow diminishes with a yellow-white light that seems to emanate from Finrod.]
SAURON: In darkness deep the world was wrought,
In shadows all of Arda caught;
The Master arose in discordant might
To all the Valar’s power smite.
In wrath and ruin the world ran red,
With death and darkness, Arda bled,
And Morgoth reigns as king o’er all.
Blaspheme Eru’s name and fall!
FINROD: Through the dark a light pierced true.
The Valar sang their song anew,
And conquered Melkor’s song of hate
That could not stand ‘gainst Eru’s fate.
The Two Trees shone with holy light,
The Valar rule in blesséd might,
And Manwë reigns as king o’er all.
I shall not blaspheme Eru’s name and fall!
SAURON: The Two Trees groaned; their life was spent.
By shadows their failing light was rent.
The Silmarilli sit in Morgoth’s crown;
Let Noldor in hate and vengeance drown!
Fëanor spoke his Oath of doom;
Betrayals rank the Elves consume.
The Valar’s Curse now holds them thrall.
You shall blaspheme Eru’s name and fall!
[During the next verse, Finrod’s power begins to wane, his voice and light growing weaker.]
FINROD: Battles fought, and battles won,
The chains of Morgoth’s wrath undone,
Lands unmarred yet stretch afar;
Realms that bear not evil’s scar.
The sun arises bright each morn.
The moon will not be hid or torn.
Mountains still stand and trees grow tall.
I shall not blaspheme Eru’s name and fall!
[During the last verse, Sauron’s power grows considerably. The elves shrink back in pain. Their armor grows translucent, their elven features becoming clear, and by the final line, they stand revealed. As it becomes clear that Sauron is winning, the orcs beat their shields, the wolves howl triumphantly, and Thuringwethil laughs, the sounds punctuating Sauron’s chanting.]
SAURON: Teleri waters ran blood red.
The haven was filled with elven dead.
Cruel bite of Fëanorian swords
Doomed forever the Noldorin lords.
Tears unnumbered on dark shores lie;
By weapon, by torment, by grief you shall die.
Your kin-red swords have cursed you all.
You’ve already blasphemed Eru’s name, SO FALL!
[Finrod collapses, a hand on his agonized brow. At the last two words, orcs seize Beren, Finrod, and the other elves. Sauron points a finger at them imperiously.]
SAURON: Take them to the dungeons!
