Fall of gondolin

[kikefriki]

Hello there:

I´m Enrique Dueñas, from Spain. Sorry my english!!

I have a project consisting of 5 movies based in the Silmarillion Tales. The movies are independent but all the saga tell the complete history of the Silmarils and Beleriand. Each movie is about 100 minutes long and are very faithfull to the original but can be understood without read the book.

The movies are:

-The curse of Feanor
-Beren and Luthien
-Sons of Hurin
-Fall of Gondolin
-War of Wrath

I finished the script of "Fall of Gondolin", beacuse is my favorite story. You can read it (in spanish) here:

www.elfenomeno.com/info/ver/19657/titulo/Gui%C3%B3n-de-La-Ca%C3%ADda-de-Gondolin

I´m working now in the script of "War of Wrath".

I am very curious about your idea and if i can help, i will help.

[Glorfindel]

Wish that I could read spanish but alas, I can only stumble through some French. I was wondering about you doing only 5 films and only at 100 minutes a piece. I would think that a lot of information would be omitted or glazed over to get it done in such a short time. Maybe I'm wrong; good writing to you nonetheless.

[Huinesoron]

(I know it's been a long time, but I can't find any other method of reaching kikefriki)

Thank you very much for linking us to your script. With the use of Google Translate, and my own head, I'm going to work up an English translation of it. This will still be entirely credited to you, of course, and if you wish me to stop you need only say, but I glanced over your script and was very impressed, so I think it could only be a good thing.

[Huinesoron]

Scene 1: Battlefield. Ext Day

[The sky is clouded over. A warrior, Gelion, hurries forward through the snow. Around him we see only a white landscape. He pauses a moment, gasping for air, and looks worried. Then he resumes his run. Before him stands a mound. Gelion ascends, and we see the view from the top: a battlefield littered with corpses. There is not a living soul in sight. Fallen banners, broken spears and blood everywhere. The warrior is horrified]

[He decides to go down slowly and begins to walk among the dead. He is looking for someone. Suddenly, a hand moves behind him, the hand of Huor who, although badly wounded, is not dead yet.

HUOR: (with difficulty) Hurin ...

[Gelion stops in his tracks and runs back to Huor]

GELION: My lord!

HUOR: Hurin... is it you?

GELION: No, my lord. It's Gelion. Do you remember?

HUOR: Yes... where is Hurin? Where is my brother?

GELION: He was captured, my lord. I'm sorry... I was too late...

HUOR: [sorrowful] Help me... to get up... Gelion...

GELION: Gladly, my lord.

[The warrior obeys]

HUOR: (angrily) Morgoth... This is all his fault! I curse him and his army of vermin!

GELION: My lord, don't get excited...

HUOR: It matters not. The darkness is calling me. This is my time... today... here...

GELION: No, my lord, you will live for many years...

HUOR: Do not talk nonsense, Gelion... this is the end...

GELION: (sorrowful) What I can do for you?

HUOR: Nothing... go, and never wield a sword again...

GELION: What of your son?

HUOR: Yes, my son... Annael and the elves will take care of him... now go, live away from war and death ... agh!

GELION: My lord!

HUOR: Goblins... those beasts... they are come to loot our bodies...

GELION: ... I'm getting you out of here.

[Gelion pulls Huor onto his back and flees. From the top of the mound the goblins watch them go, before pouncing on the bodies of their enemies. Thousands of vile goblins, hunched, with green skin and yellow eyes, out to steal the weapons and armor and feed on the fallen like hyenas. Gelion passes out of sight]

Scene 2. A Mountaintop. Ext Day

[Gelion looks sadly on the tomb of Huor, a simple pole standing upright in the snow, surrounded by a few stones]

GELION: Goodbye, Huor son of Galdor, brave captain... and friend. I will follow your last counsel.

[The warrior throws his sword onto the grave and turns away]

[Huinesoron]

3. Great Hall. Int Day



AMARTH: Thus ends the tale of the Fifth Battle. Gelion returned home and died with his wife and children, without ever returning to warfare. That was a great day for Morgoth. But alone in the frozen desert the grass began to grow tall and green where the dead lay, and no evil creature ever again dared to tread that ground, where even today the buried swords crumble in rust. That was the will of the Valar.

HARETH: What of Tuor, son of Huor?

AMARTH: (after thinking for a moment) No. That story is for tomorrow.

[The narrator gets up, signalling the end of the session, and all the gathered people start to filter out. The little girl hangs around, then goes up Amarth and demands:]

HARETH: But what happened to Tuor?

AMARTH: (aggressive) Tomorrow!

[Hareth remains motionless for a moment, and then runs to hide behind her mother's skirts. She peers out at Amarth, whose stern eyes are still on her]

Scene 4. Room cabin. Int Night

[Hareth lies in a small bed of straw next to a somewhat older child, her brother. The room is very small, and apart from the two beds only has an unglazed window and door. The girl cannot sleep, so gets out of bed and begins to push her brother until he wakes up]

BROTHER: (annoyed) What do you want?

HARETH: What do you think will happen to Tuor?

BROTHER: Is that it? Go to bed and leave me alone!

HARETH: What, you're not interested in learning Amarth's stories?

BROTHER: They're just stories, Hareth! Lies they tell to entertain us!

Hareth: Not true! The teacher Amarth says they're real!

BROTHER: The teacher Amarth can say what he wants. Now let me sleep!

[Sulking, Hareth goes back to bed]

Hareth: I know they're true... Idiot...

Scene 5. Village. Ext Day

[People move from one place to another. The place is small and has no wealth but its people are happy. There is a well, several houses, a blacksmith and a small tavern in addition to the great central hall. It's a simple place. They all seem very busy. A woman carries two milk jugs to her house, men are building a stockade, and children play in the mud]

Scene 6. Village. Ext Night

[The night sky. All is calm. And in the town, people come in droves to the great central hall]

Scene 7. Great Hall. Int Night

[Everyone gathers around the fire. As expected Amarth is sitting, his face expressionless; he does not utter a word until everyone is seated. Hareth is waiting with wide eyes. She is impatient. Suddenly Amarth speeks]

AMARTH: Remember that Tuor came from a line of strong men, who roamed the forests and moors. But he never dwelt with those people, for he was raised by Annael of the elves...