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Post by Maeglin on Dec 28, 2004 5:40:14 GMT -5
SCENE 18
(We see a russet autumn leaf blown on the wind, and the river Narog flowing north. Melancholy music should play, evoking an emotion similar to that brought to mind by the Rohan theme when the banner is blown away. Finrod, Beren, and their companions come into sight, in a white elven boat. The land is becoming colder and rockier, and the river rises up at last into the Falls of Ivrin.)
FINROD: We disembark here, my friends. The boat can take us no further.
(The company scrambles ashore; the boat floats away south, back to Nargothrond.)
BEREN: What are you planning, Lord Felagund? What are you seeking?
FINROD: (with a cunning smile) Orcs.
EDRAHIL: Orcs? But why in Arda should you do that?
FINROD: You will find out in good time.
(Cut to a company of Orcish warriors marching through a mountain pass, beating drums, and snarling. Suddenly arrows rains down on them with deadly accuracy. The remaining Orcs cluster together, but are set upon by Finrod, Beren and the others and quickly cut down.)
EDRAHIL: Now what?
FINROD: (unfastening his cloak) Take off all your gear and throw it into the Falls. Then put on Orcish armour.
(Beren silently starts to obey, but the Elves are outraged.)
ANDLANG: Lord King, this sword belonged to my grandfather.
FINROD: Trust the river, then, to bear it home.
EDRAHIL: The Orcs use foul medicines and toxins. We will succumb to disease at once if we wear their arms.
BEREN: Oh yes?
(He is now entirely accoutred as an Orc warrior, his face and flesh hidden. Finrod can't help but laugh.)
FINROD: There you are, Edrahil! A proper Orc!
EDRAHIL: Can't say that I notice the difference.
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Post by Maeglin on Dec 28, 2004 13:07:48 GMT -5
SCENE 19
(Cut to Sauron's Throne Room in the Tower on Tol-in-Gaurhoth. He is alone, brooding. A vast bat flies through an open window; it becomes larger, and soon a hideous old woman, with bat wings-Thuringwethil-stands before Sauron.)
SAURON: My dear little Thuringwethil. It's been far too long. What news do you bring?
THURINGWETHIL: Nothing of much importance, but a few amusements, a few dainties. A little group of Green Elf babes strayed too far from their land; their blood was most succulent. And some of your Orcs need to be disciplined, by my counsel...
SAURON: Really, my sweetling? Which company?
THURINGWETHIL: Company Four Hundred and Sixty Eight. Their Captain, it would appear, has had too much Orc-liquor. They are not stopping at the guard-posts to report their actions, or to receive orders...just marching through the land as if they haven't a care in the the world.
SAURON: Most entertaining. Have the whole lot of them brought before me.
THURINGWETHIL: As you wish, mighty Lord Sauron...
(She takes full bat form again and swoops away.)
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Post by Maeglin on Jan 5, 2005 6:16:22 GMT -5
SCENE 20
(We see Finrod's "Orcish" company marching through a rocky gully. Menacing music plays.)
BEREN: What are those Orcs massing ahead for?
(We see that, not far away, a vast column of Orcs is forming.)
EDRAHIL: Probably some sort of raiding party.
(Finrod looks grim. He has guessed the truth. A bat flys over the full moon. We flash close up to it. It is, of course, Thuringwethil.)
THURINGWETHIL: Take them, minions! Take them to Sauron!
(The Orcs burst into action, pouring about. Finrod's company surrounded.)
BEREN: Shall we defend ourselves?
FINROD: Nay. Our quest can only succeed if we keep our guises about us. We must go with them willingly.
BEREN: And trust to the mercy of Sauron...
(Cut to the throne-room in the Tower of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. The "Orcs" are herded in by real Orcs.)
SAURON: Kneel, you abysmal cretins.
(They do so. Their captors kick and cuff them, snarling.)
SAURON: Let them alone, idiots, and get out. I assure you they will suffer enough...
(The Orcs sheepishly file out. Growling is heard, and werewolves-twenty or thirty of them-are seen, lolling by the throne, licking each other, staring, drooling...)
SAURON: What have we here?
(Close up on Finrod. His Orc helm conceals his face, but his eyes gleam fiercely.)
(Sauron rises from his throne, towering over Finrod, his red eyes gleaming. He emits a sinister, high-pitched note in a minor key. Elrond's voiceover sounds.)
VO of ELROND: He chanted a song of wizardry, Of Piercing, opening, treachery, Revealing...
(We see the orc-armour becoming translucent, the frightened faces of the companions semi-visible.)
Uncovering...
(An Elf's helm clatters to the floor.)
Betraying...
(Another Elf breaks down, weeping. The werewolves growl.)
VO of GALADRIEL: Then sudden Felagund there swaying Sang in answer a song of staying Resisting, battling against power Of secrets kept, strength like a tower...
(During these lines we see Finrod rise unsteadily, singing a heartening, major note. At "strength like a towr" we flash to a view of the Tower of Tol-in-Gaurhoth-then briefly see it as it once was, when Finrod built it. We return to Finrod struggling, as inspiring music plays.)
And trust unbroken, freedom, escape, Of changing and of shifting shape...
(The werewolves, subdued, writhe, starting to change into men.)
Of snares eluded, broken traps The prison opening, the chain that snaps...
(A wholesome wind blows through the tower. Fetters break and fall in ruined links to the floor.)
The chanting swelled, Felagund fought And all the magic and might he brought Of Elvenesse into his words...
(We hear gulls singing, and flash to Nargothrond, where Orodreth looks up in sudden hope.)
(Sauron makes a halting motion, like a conductor ordering a melody to stop.)
VO of ELROND: The wolf howls. The ravens flee...
(One of the werewolves regains lupine form, throwing back his head in a howl. A raven's cawing joins it.)
The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
(We see the Helcaraxe, jagged icebergs and lashing waves.)
The captives sad in Angband mourn. Thunder rumbles, the fires burn...
(There is a thunderclap, and all the entrances to the throneroom are wreathed in flame, just as Beren makes an awkward lunge for one. Beren and Finrod exchange an agonised glance. Elrond and Galadriel say the next line in unison.)
And Finrod fell before the throne.
(Finrod topples and falls, comatose from effort. All the remaining orc-armour melts to nothingness.)
SAURON: (breathing heavily) Orc-scum...guards....bind these...creatures...and cast them in the deepest...smallest...cell the tower possesses...
(As the puzzled werewolves slowly, one by one, become wolves again, the flames recede and Orcs burst in, dragging away the limp forms of Finrod's company. The captain presents himself to Sauron.)
ORC CAPTAIN: How long are we to keep 'em locked up?
SAURON: Until they are...well enough...to talk.
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Post by Maeglin on Jan 13, 2005 10:25:07 GMT -5
SCENE 21
(We see Luthien in blue, hurrying through the woods. Daeron is following her.)
DAERON: Look upon me as you once did, star of my life, Luthien! No longer do I seek love with any hope; only that you will cease to hate. With each sharp glance of loathing that you hurl on me, I quail and my fingers deaden...
LUTHIEN: (Not looking at him) Daeron, I have said before. Please, for both of our sakes, do not wander now in my company. (Turning, in desperation) Daeron, will you hear my command? Will you go? Or perhaps you prefer to order me yourself, with blade in hand...to stab my heart and send my soul to Morgoth?
DAERON: For that deed I have done penance enough, cruel queen, cruel muse. I no longer sing...I cannot stop myself from following you, like a dumb, devoted dog...
LUTHIEN: (Hissing at him) Coward, you do not know what enough is. I care nothing for your lost voice...you'll find it again if it suits you, I'll be bound. You do not know what death is.
DAERON: Does anyone?
(They pause, looking at each other in mutual, and complete, incomprehension.)
DAERON: All I know is where beauty enters and departs. Without my songs I have no beauty, yet tainted by harshness as I am, I cannot make beauty.
LUTHIEN: My beauty too is lost, with Beren gone; and my heart forebodes his doom. Leave me, Daeron.
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Post by Huinesoron on Jan 13, 2005 12:07:39 GMT -5
Ai Elbereth...
Having just read the Finrod v Sauron scene, I can't say anything other than 'Wow'.
Well, no, one thing. This is just a minor thing, but I think it would be better if you had a pause after 'Thunder rumbles, the fires burn...', perhaps filling it with a shot of Beren looking at Finrod, and the two notes of Finrod and Sauron playing, and /then/ have both Elrond and Galadriel saying the last line together.
That's just an idea, though. You can ignore or take as you like.
Oh, and was it intentional that you edited the poem somewhat? I noticed a few things:
You have 'The chanting swayed, Felagund fought' for 'Backwards and forwards swayed their song Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong The chanting swelled, Felagund fought...'
Also, you cut out the piece referring to Nargothrond and Alqualonde ('Softly in the gloom they heard the birds' through to 'From lamplit havens. The wind wails') I don't know whether this was a deliberate choice, in which case, fine, or whether you were working from an incomplete version, or simply forgot.
Anyhow, good job. Now I'll have to work even harder to get mine done.
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Post by Maeglin on Jan 13, 2005 15:16:28 GMT -5
The cuts were deliberate. I thought the "backwards...their song" bit rather superfluous; and the descriptions of Nargothrond and Alqualonde, while stunningly lovely and significant in the text (sins of the Noldor coming to roost on Finrod) are largely a distraction in the film.
I like your edition; but I also like Beren scrambling for the door, so I'll have them both. Scene 22-Melian's mirror-coming up.
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Post by Maeglin on Jan 13, 2005 16:16:55 GMT -5
SCENE 22
(We see Melian, standing alone above the same enormous stone urn of water, like Galadriel's but far larger, that we saw her watching earlier. Peaceful, mysterious, enchanting music is heard. Luthien enters behind her mother.)
VO of MELIAN: (clearly coming from Melian; osanwe) Why have you come, daughter? Something gnaws at your tranquility. You fear for the life of Beren, son of Barahir?
LUTHIEN: (upset) Aye, Mother. Surely you can find him? Your sight ever passes through the filth and murk of Sauron. I...I am afraid. (Silent tears shine on her cheeks.)
VO of MELIAN: A strange doom is upon Beren, and he has eluded my Mirror and my Girdle before. But I shall do my best, whether to ease your distress for a time, or to break your heart.
MELIAN: (turning to Luthien) Will you look into the water?
VOICE of GALADRIEL: What good is water that only shows you the present?
(Galadriel enters from the left. Melian frowns.)
MELIAN: Why have you come here?
GALADRIEL: The eyes of love see further than your scrying. Your daughter has perceived her beloved's deadly danger. I have seen peril strike one dear to me, also. My brother, Finrod...
MELIAN: By the oath Finrod swore and the ring he gave, he bound his fate with Beren's; I hazard that the same enemy threatens them both...
LUTHIEN: Show me what the water reveals.
MELIAN: Very well.
(All three bend over the Mirror. Melian raises a hand and the water starts to shift. Menacing music plays. We come closer and closer until we are directly seeing the vision in the mirror. It is the dungeons of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Two Orc turnkeys are conversing.)
ORC TURNKEY 1: So they wouldn't talk to Lord Sauron?
ORC TURNKEY 2: Nah. They don't know what's good for 'em. But His Lordship thinks something's up. Load of Elves and a Man too...
(We hear Luthien let out a gasp of horror.)
ORC TURNKEY 1: One of 'em took on His Lordship and nearly won, they're sayin'.
ORC TURNKEY 2: Aye. One of them accursed Noldor...and a noble, too, I shouldn't wonder. Hair like gold, and you don't see that often.
(Galadriel cries out "Finrod!" in despair.)
ORC TURNKEY 2: So we're to let a werewolf down. Lord Sauron knows how to make 'em talk...it'll be terrible. (He cackles.) A pair of eyes in the darkness...screaming...splashes of gore....then silence. Aye, they'll crack. Sure as Angband, they'll crack. And then they'll be sent up North...a present for the Dragon...
(The pair proceed on their way, laughing hideously.)
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Post by Huinesoron on Jan 14, 2005 7:20:03 GMT -5
You're playing around with Galadriel a lot. This isn't an objection, just a comment. It's fun to introduce people who /could/ have been there.
One query, though:
My brother, Finrod...
MELIAN: Hush! Even that brave King's name is not welcome in my husband's dark halls.
What is this? Is this something to do with 'Finrod is helping Beren, therefore we don't like him' or are you thinking of a more general thing? Because Finrod and Galadriel were both welcome in Doriath (and presumably the other children of Finarfin too, but that's irrelevant), except for a short time in which Thingol kicked out everyone after finding out about Alqualonde. At least, that's what I recall.
As I said, just a query.
VOICE of GALADRIEL: What good is water that only shows you the present?
Foreshadowing is great, isn't it?
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Post by Maeglin on Jan 14, 2005 9:49:10 GMT -5
About "what if" characters, I of course agree entirely. I have inflated Galadriel, but I think it'll work as it won't be at Luthien's expense.
I've modified the bit you objected to, cutting the dodgy line.
I was planning to put in a quick Galadriel/Melian dialogue discussing mirrors in general, and revealing that Galadriel was in the process of making hers, but thought that would be a ridiculous distraction.
SCENE 23
(Galadriel and Luthien are walking in Menegroth together. Both have been crying.)
LUTHIEN: Your brother is there too! You must help me, Galadriel...
GALADRIEL: (shaking her head) I can't. I can't leave Celeborn. What use is it anyway? They are captured, utterly without hope.
LUTHIEN: How can you say that?
(There is a pause, and their eyes meet.)
GALADRIEL: Luthien, Finrod knew his oath would be the death of him. He told me so. That is why he has not married, as I have. I have a lord whom I love. One day I may have a child. I cannot chase a mad dream, however noble. Will you listen to me?
LUTHIEN: What will you say?
GALADRIEL: This. Cry for Beren, but do not despair. Death comes to all his kind at last; he will leave you bereft whatever befalls. Marry Daeron. Can you not find it in yourself to love him?
LUTHIEN: Never!
(Galadriel sighs and leaves, but Luthien is thinking.)
LUTHIEN: Unless...
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Post by Maeglin on Jan 16, 2005 4:53:13 GMT -5
SCENE 24
(The forest of Neldoreth. Daeron is alone, toying with a harp, his head hung in sorrow.)
DAERON: Nay...nay...it has fled me, my skill...I can play no longer, while she shuns me...
(Luthien enters softly behind him, running a hand softly through his hair.)
LUTHIEN: Daeron?
DAERON: (servile, hopeful) Lady?
LUTHIEN: You say you will do anything for my love.
DAERON: Aye, Luthien, and I speak true. Dare me to a thousand contests of strength, to ten thousand feats of arms or errands in your honour and service, and I shall see them done.
LUTHIEN: (solemn) Good. I knew I could trust you. I shall...try...(Tears well in her eyes) No, I shall love you, Daeron, if you aid me this one time.
DAERON: How, my lady?
LUTHIEN: Swear you will aid me first.
DAERON: On the voice I once had I will swear. I shall do anything for you, Lady Luthien. Anything you ask.
(He lays his right hand on his harp.)
LUTHIEN: Listen, then. Beren and Finrod Felagund, who was bound to help him, have been captured by Sauron on Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Help me rescue them, and I...I for my part swear I will give myself to you.
(Daeron is drained of all colour, shocked speechless.)
DAERON: I...I...I will do it. I have sworn that I would do anything for your love...I cannot...play you false...
(A pause. Music in a minor key could play.)
DAERON: Such a great task requires much preparation. Meet me beneath the tallest elder tree in these woods, tomorrow. I will bring waybread, horses, ropes, and arms. Wait for me.
LUTHIEN: I will, Daeron.
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Post by Huinesoron on Jan 16, 2005 11:04:08 GMT -5
Hmm... I think Daeron used a flute. The harp was more Maglor's thing. You could have him sitting there holding a simple pipe, turning it restlessly in his hands. Of course, he could use a harp as well. He's that sort of person.
Other than that, nice scene. Like it.
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Post by Maeglin on Jan 18, 2005 9:15:05 GMT -5
I've written Daeron with a harp in scenes before this one. You see, you can't play a flute and sing at the same time. The nature of Elven music seems to require great minstrels to accompany themselves. However, I agree that a flute fits aesthetically with the woodland side of Daeron.
Shall I make him play a lyre instead? That could be an amusing pun.
SCENE 25
(Pitch darkness. Howling of wolves can be heard.)
VOICE OF BEREN: Lord Finrod?
VOICE OF FINROD: Beren? Is that you?
VOICE OF BEREN: Aye.
VOICE OF EDRAHIL: The howling...is it growing closer?
(It is fractionally louder. We begin to see the dark shapes of the company.)
VOICE OF FINROD: To think I built this tower...to think it once guarded the Sirion, yet now breeds werewolves, a place of torture and dread...curse you, Sauron! May your works be ruined as mine have been!
(Flash to the throneroom of the Tower. Sauron, as usual, sits. A truly massive wolf, dwarfing any we've so far seen, sits on its haunches before him.)
SAURON: Send down one of your strongest sons, Draugluin. Let the terror begin now!
(Draugluin throws back his head and howls.)
(Flash back to the pit.)
VOICE OF ANDLANG: Edrahil was right...the howls are nearer, now, I'd swear it...
(Two yellow eyes snap open and a vast black form leaps on one of the figures. There is a succession of awful, petrifying screams; then all is dark as before.)
VOICE OF FINROD: Oh, Varda, Varda, pity us now, who have sunk into the inferno of Morgoth, and send us a little light.
(A faint radiance glows from a figure we realise is Finrod. He, and all the others, are bound to the wall of the pit by chains. Beren is on his right. On his left are the bloodied, mangled remains of Edrahil. The survivors hang their heads, stricken dumb by grief. Only Finrod looks far up. He sees that the light is from a torch held to the grate by an Orc guard-not from Varda.)
ORC TURNKEY 1: (his voice echoing down) You don't like that? Well, it'll happen every day, it will. One of the pups will rip one of you apart...until you tell Lord Sauron what he wants to know...
FINROD: (Yelling) Do not waste your vile breath, abomination!
(The Orc moves on, and the darkness returns.)
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Post by Maeglin on Jan 18, 2005 14:30:38 GMT -5
SCENE 26
(Luthien stands beneath an elder tree, pensive, in grey. Sorrowful music plays.)
VOICE OF MABLUNG: Here she is.
(Luthien looks bewildered, horrified. It is too late to escape, however. Mablung and Beleg spring to her sides, taking her arms as gently as they can.)
BELEG: Your father would have a few words with you, my lady...
LUTHIEN: Surely Daeron could not have broken his word?
MABLUNG: What his word was I cannot know, but I'd say it's more than likely he did. He attended on the King your father this morning...
BELEG: ...something he said put the King in a rage...he dispatched us to fetch you.
LUTHIEN: And where did Daeron go afterwards?
MABLUNG: No one knows...
BELEG:...his quarters are deserted...
LUTHIEN: Coward!
MABLUNG: Perhaps. In any case, you can explain all this to the King.
(Flash to Thingol's throneroom. Thingol and Melian are anattended. Luthien stands proudly before them. Beleg and Mablung silently witness the scene.)
THINGOL: (incredulous) Luthien...your brazen, rash courage...it's staggering. You proposed to retake Tol-in-Gaurhoth, a task beyond all King Finrod's power, and free Felagund and Beren...with the help of naught but a minstrel...a balladeer...
LUTHIEN: Aye, father. Are you not ashamed that I felt able to turn to none but he in my trouble? There are many warriors at your court...I stand in the presence of two of the greatest...but none would have been faithful to me in my need. Now even Daeron has played me false...again...traitor.
THINGOL: Daeron was not a traitor. He has saved you from throwing yourself into the Enemy's power. Now I have no choice but to place you under lock and key.
MELIAN: Not under the ground, lord! Let her see light of sun of stars, else she will fail and fade.
THINGOL: (after thinking) You are right, my lady. But not all enclosures lack light.
(We see the canopy of Neldoreth from above. As we close in, one tree seems much broader and higher than the others surrounding it-the Hirilorn.)
VO of ELROND: The Hirilorn, mightiest beech of Neldoreth, stood not far from the gates of Menegroth; and Thingol caused a wooden house between its shafts. There Luthien was made to dwell; and the ladders were taken away, except at such times as the servants of Thingol brought her food, water and clothing...
(We see Luthien inside the wooden dwelling. Slow, graceful music begins to play.)
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Post by Maeglin on Jan 19, 2005 5:58:45 GMT -5
SCENE 27
(The music from the end of the last scene continues to play, and we see Luthien unwinding her hair. It falls about her, down to her waist, dark as night; and seems to wave, growing, lengthening, surging in all directions, till Luthien reclines upon a vast black cape, covering the floor, folding around her. She stands up, her hair like a train, and takes up a knife from a tray of food left by Thingol's servants.)
LUTHIEN: I come to thee, Beren!
(For a split second it looks as if she will plunge the knife into her breast, but instead she raises it and slashes at her hair, which wafts to the ground in black showers. We flash to Luthien, her hair shorn short, working at a loom. Most of a great black cloak has already been woven. Luthien is finishing the hood. A rope of the hair is coiled up beside her, one end tied to a branch.)
LUTHIEN: Lorien, Lord of Dreams, and Nienna, Maiden of Tears, bless this cloak and cord of my hair, and let it gift slumber on all but its mistress, deep sleep without visions or disturbance...
(She lifts the cloak from the loom and drapes it around herself, raising the hood. This done, she grasps the rope, letting it down slowly, ever slowly...the music now mesmerisingly soporific...)
(We flash to the foot of the Hirilorn. Two Elven guards gaze up as the black length descends, and then slump down in sleep. Luthien slips down the rope easily, running through the woods.)
LUTHIEN: (Whispering) Beren, I come to thee!
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Post by Maeglin on Jan 19, 2005 11:01:21 GMT -5
SCENE 27
(We see the Guarded Plain again, a heathery, slightly rocky, landscape, rather Scottish in atmosphere. A horn blows, and a pack of great wolfhounds, followed by two riders, come into view. Dramatic music plays. As we close in, Celegorm and Curufin come into our sight. Celegorm rides a white stallion, and is dressed in green, similar to when we last saw him. He blows the horn. Curufin rides a black stallion. A bow and quiver are at his back. He has abandoned his galvorn armour in favour of simple grey garments.)
CELEGORM: How many wolves do you think we'll bag today, brother?
CURUFIN: Oh...I should say six at the least. Huan is looking terribly excited.
(Close up on Huan at the head of the pack, eyes bright and tail wagging.)
CELEGORM: Bless that dog! He's never failed me since the days when I hunted beside Orome, in Valinor...oh, and Curufin, don't shoot any of them this time. It's poor sport...and besides, bad luck...
CURUFIN: (rolling his eyes) Brother, we've been cursed by Mandos himself. A wolf or two really won't change much...
CELEGORM: Wait! I'll swear Huan's picked up a scent!
(Huan is sniffing. The other hounds seem baffled.)
CELEGORM: (Proudly) Huan always finds trails before the others...go, get it!
(Huan rockets off ahead. He returns shortly dragging something large and black in his teeth.)
CURUFIN: That's no wolf.
CELEGORM: Why...I think it's an Elf...
(Huan paws the figure briefly.)
LUTHIEN: Get off, get off, you great, slobbering...
(She seems surprised as the hound retreats, almost apologetic. She stands up before the pack. A few sniff her cautiously.)
LUTHIEN: Hunters, have pity on a lone wandering maid, of the Quendi as you are. Who are you?
CELEGORM: (dismounting and ordering the dogs aside with a wave) Lady, I am Celegorm, son of Feanor, presently of Nargothrond. This is my brother, Curufin. We hunt wolves of Sauron, and did not expect gentler prey...I must apologise for the conduct of my hound.
(Huan whimpers.)
LUTHIEN: It is nothing. Nothing. Ah, the relief...to have found a valiant Prince of the Noldor, and a foe of Morgoth...
(She casts back her hood. The brothers are stunned speechless.)
LUTHIEN: I am Luthien, daughter of Elu Thingol, King of Doriath. I am coming to see if...if there may be any way to free Beren-and King Finrod, of course-from the bonds of the Enemy.
CELEGORM: Ah. Yes. Quite.
CURUFIN: Our cousin's fate has filled us all with sorrow. (Pause.) Profound sorrow. And grief.
CELEGORM: And that, ah, poor human, too. Very sad.
CURUFIN: (acidly, frustrated with his brother's utter lack of tact) The noble Lord Beren won admiration from all quarters. If we can help...we will.
CELEGORM: (nodding, an idea presenting itself) Exactly what I meant to say. Come with us to Nargothrond, Lady Luthien. Arms, warriors, the entire royal treasury shall be at your disposal.
LUTHIEN: (completely unsuspecting) Thankyou, my lords. No one has spoken such kind words to me since...since my lover left me.
CELEGORM: I know the pain you feel in your heart...and I will endeavour to ease it. To Nargothrond...there'll be time for hunting tomorrow.
CURUFIN: (to himself) To think I guessed we'd only catch six wolves...
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