Post by Maeglin on Dec 13, 2005 9:48:57 GMT -5
Edited scenes, more or less anyway, get plonked here. Apart from that, the thread's to be as unsullied as Valinor...pre-Ungoliant.
PROLOGUE
(Wide opening shot over Ard-Galen as seen from the Ered Wethrin. We see the closing stages of the Battle of Sudden Flame. The forces of good, Men and Elves, are outnumbered, and their battleline is splitting up; leaders retreat in different directions. Numberless orcs pursue them; Balrogs and maybe Glaurung are visible in the distance. Pan/zoom down from the mountains to the pass of Sirion, where Finrod and a diminished army - which includes all the Ten from later, are seen fighting off a small group of orcs. As we reach them, Finrod slays the last one and then looks to the North at the howling host heading towards him)
FINROD: Sound the retreat! We must go south!
(Trumpets sound desperately, and the elves begin to ride to the south. Edrahil rides up beside Finrod)
EDRAHIL: King Finrod, your brothers Aegnor and Angrod are slain.
FINROD: (closes his eyes to hold back the tears) May Mandos be kind to them; now we are concerned with saving ourselves. (He turns to the host at large) Back! To the Fen of Serech!
(Finrod and his much diminished army of Elves retreat onto marshy terrain, but not swiftly enough. Orcs swarm around them. There is no escape as the orcs close in. Suddenly:)
EDAIN RIDERS: BARAHIR!
(Sound of primitive horns, and a troop of human horsemen, shouting their chieftain's name, charge into the Orcs, who scatter and flee, many slain as they run. The leader comes to a halt beside Finrod and gives a nod)
BARAHIR: King Felagund. It would seem I arrived not a moment too soon. Come, let's get away from this plain of death.
(Cut to Finrod and Barahir alone in Finrod's hall.)
FINROD: (formal) This day you have saved my life. I swear that if I may repay this debt in any way, I shall, with friendship unto death to you, your son and your son's sons. Take this ring in token of my oath.
(Finrod hands over the serpent ring.)
BARAHIR: King Felagund, it is nothing, nothing. My people still tell tales of the night you came and sang at our campfires in my forefather Bëor's time; the first among the Elves of the West that we Men had seen...
(Flash to Felagund strumming at a harp before a fire at night, around which many Edain are hunched. We return to Finrod and Barahir. Both are close to tears with emotion.)
BARAHIR: You seemed a lord of wisdom; one of the Valar come out of the West. And you gave us land to settle from your own domains. You were kind, and did not laugh at us, did not call us sickly or weak, as other princes did...
(Flash to Caranthir looking at Haleth with condescension, laughing scornfully. We return to Finrod and Barahir.)
BARAHIR: You accepted us as brothers, nay, as children, and held us to your heart. It was my duty to save you, nothing more.
FINROD: (smiling) Nevertheless, take the ring, and should you have need, know that friendship no less than duty will bind me to aid you.
(Cut to Doriath, Thingol's Caves-an anteroom in Menegroth. Thingol is pacing back and forth while Beleg and Daeron look on)
THINGOL: The Battle of the Sudden Flame has stricken all Elvendom to the quick. In this I pity the Noldor, kinslayers though they be. They say the High King Fingolfin has been killed fighting Morgoth himself. Bitterly have the Noldor paid for the rape of the swan-ships, and bitter shall their lot be from here on. Morgoth will not sit idly after this victory. Beleg - double the guard on the marches.
BELEG: Aye, my lord. (He bows quickly and walks out)
THINGOL: Oh, and Daeron... have you seen my daughter?
DAERON: No doubt she wanders the woods. I shall seek her.
(We cut to Luthien alone in a glade, singing, as the title LAY OF LUTHIEN comes up.)
PROLOGUE
(Wide opening shot over Ard-Galen as seen from the Ered Wethrin. We see the closing stages of the Battle of Sudden Flame. The forces of good, Men and Elves, are outnumbered, and their battleline is splitting up; leaders retreat in different directions. Numberless orcs pursue them; Balrogs and maybe Glaurung are visible in the distance. Pan/zoom down from the mountains to the pass of Sirion, where Finrod and a diminished army - which includes all the Ten from later, are seen fighting off a small group of orcs. As we reach them, Finrod slays the last one and then looks to the North at the howling host heading towards him)
FINROD: Sound the retreat! We must go south!
(Trumpets sound desperately, and the elves begin to ride to the south. Edrahil rides up beside Finrod)
EDRAHIL: King Finrod, your brothers Aegnor and Angrod are slain.
FINROD: (closes his eyes to hold back the tears) May Mandos be kind to them; now we are concerned with saving ourselves. (He turns to the host at large) Back! To the Fen of Serech!
(Finrod and his much diminished army of Elves retreat onto marshy terrain, but not swiftly enough. Orcs swarm around them. There is no escape as the orcs close in. Suddenly:)
EDAIN RIDERS: BARAHIR!
(Sound of primitive horns, and a troop of human horsemen, shouting their chieftain's name, charge into the Orcs, who scatter and flee, many slain as they run. The leader comes to a halt beside Finrod and gives a nod)
BARAHIR: King Felagund. It would seem I arrived not a moment too soon. Come, let's get away from this plain of death.
(Cut to Finrod and Barahir alone in Finrod's hall.)
FINROD: (formal) This day you have saved my life. I swear that if I may repay this debt in any way, I shall, with friendship unto death to you, your son and your son's sons. Take this ring in token of my oath.
(Finrod hands over the serpent ring.)
BARAHIR: King Felagund, it is nothing, nothing. My people still tell tales of the night you came and sang at our campfires in my forefather Bëor's time; the first among the Elves of the West that we Men had seen...
(Flash to Felagund strumming at a harp before a fire at night, around which many Edain are hunched. We return to Finrod and Barahir. Both are close to tears with emotion.)
BARAHIR: You seemed a lord of wisdom; one of the Valar come out of the West. And you gave us land to settle from your own domains. You were kind, and did not laugh at us, did not call us sickly or weak, as other princes did...
(Flash to Caranthir looking at Haleth with condescension, laughing scornfully. We return to Finrod and Barahir.)
BARAHIR: You accepted us as brothers, nay, as children, and held us to your heart. It was my duty to save you, nothing more.
FINROD: (smiling) Nevertheless, take the ring, and should you have need, know that friendship no less than duty will bind me to aid you.
(Cut to Doriath, Thingol's Caves-an anteroom in Menegroth. Thingol is pacing back and forth while Beleg and Daeron look on)
THINGOL: The Battle of the Sudden Flame has stricken all Elvendom to the quick. In this I pity the Noldor, kinslayers though they be. They say the High King Fingolfin has been killed fighting Morgoth himself. Bitterly have the Noldor paid for the rape of the swan-ships, and bitter shall their lot be from here on. Morgoth will not sit idly after this victory. Beleg - double the guard on the marches.
BELEG: Aye, my lord. (He bows quickly and walks out)
THINGOL: Oh, and Daeron... have you seen my daughter?
DAERON: No doubt she wanders the woods. I shall seek her.
(We cut to Luthien alone in a glade, singing, as the title LAY OF LUTHIEN comes up.)