User:Amroth/Screenplays/Fall of Gondolin
The Fall of Gondolin screenplay is an attempt to turn Tolkien's The Fall of Gondolin into a film script. The Fall of Gondolin is, next to the story of Beren and Lúthien (see Lay of Leithian screenplay) and possibly the Narn i Chîn Húrin (see Narn i Chîn Húrin screenplay), considered the most adaptable of Tolkien's writings to screen. This project will also cover the coming of Tuor. To aide in this project, see the Talk page above.
TUOR (TUOR) – a young man, looking noble but slightly wild
IDRIL (IDR.) – an elf maiden, appearance of youth, long golden hair
TURGON (TUR.) – an elf-king, tall, proud, regally dressed but not glamorously
ULMO (ULMO) – a Vala, tall, blue-green, reflecting the properties of the Sea
VORONWË (VOR.) – an elf-mariner, quiet, reflective, and yet a touch of youth
EÄRENDIL, young (EDL.) – a young boy, appearing between five and ten
EÄRENDIL, older (EDL, E) – a handsome young man, yet solemn of face
ECTHELION (ECT.) – a tall, brave, but stern elf-lord
GLORFINDEL (GFD.) – a brave, golden-haired, merry elf-lord
ROG (ROG) – a misshapen, scarred elf; good-hearted
GALDOR (GAL.) – a cheerful but fierce elf-lord
MAEGLIN (MAG.) – a young, ambitious but somewhat cold elf
EREGDOS (ERD.) – grave lieutenant of Turgon
EGALMOTH (EGM.) – tall, handsome, fiery elf-lord
LORGAN (LOR.) – Cruel Easterling captain
WHIP-MASTER (WHM.) – Easterling slave-driver
DOORS OPEN DIRECTLY AHEAD, letting in WHITE LIGHT… TURGON IS FRAMED IN DOORWAY OF VINYAMAR
ULMO (VO) Thou hast found thy exile, Turgon King.
TURGON (face hidden) LEANS over TABLET to place down ARMOR upon it, one piece at a time.
ULMO (VO) The Noldor forsook their land of happiness. Even now thou must flee the realms of the West, and come to the place to which I will bring thee. Morgoth shall search for thee.
TURGON moves his hand over FISH-MAIL.
ULMO (VO) But he shall not find thee, until I send my messenger to thee. He shall wear this armor which thou art to put to rest in the halls of Vinyamar. Thou shalt build a city in hiding, greater than any other city wrought by the hands of the Elves.
TURGON TURNS away to leave, heading for the DOORS OF VINYAMAR.
ULMO (VO) Thou shalt call it Gondolin.
DOORS OF VINYAMAR CLOSE, SCREEN GOES BLACK
MUSIC STARTS. FADE IN image of MOUNTAINS OF MITHRIM
SUPER: THE WHITE CITADEL: The Fall of Gondolin
EAGLE PASSES OVERHEAD, ANGLE BELOW to EASTERLING ENCAMPMENT
WHM [Walking through camp, SHIFT to inside tent, flap opens to let WHM enter] You there, the Master wants you, now.
TUOR YAWNS, RISES from BED BESIDE DOGS, and FOLLOWS WHIP-MASTER through CAMP to LORGAN’S TENT. SHIFT to inside TENT, where LORGAN SITS at DESK with AIDE. ENTER WHM and TUOR
LOR Ah, there you are, slave. Whip-master, leave us.
WHIP-MASTER BOWS and EXITS.
LOR I have been informed of your conduct. You are taller and stronger than the other slaves. I treat those well who can work. You are of the royal house of the thrice-accursed strawhead Hador, are you not?
TUOR I am, master.
LOR You were captured three years ago in the company of the outlaws. They say you slew half a dozen of my soldiers before they could disarm you. You and six others were brought here, and I gave you the hardest work. Four of you died, but you and one other survived. Even my Whip-master can give no complaint as to your conduct. I have lightened your load, for I want you to survive. You were only a boy when you are captured, and now I have never had such a worker as you. Therefore I am sending you west with the working crew into the forest. The reason I tell you this is because I want you to be the overseer.
TUOR I, master?
LOR I am a generous and benevolent man. I do this for the timber, not to punish. The other slaves trust you, this I know. I believe they shall work twice as fast under your leadership. I am, of course, sending along the usual guard, and you will be under the jurisdiction of the captain. Do well on this assignment, and I shall grant you better next time. You may go.
TUOR Thank you, master!
TUOR BOWS and EXITS. A PAUSE.
AIDE Are you sure this is wise, Lord Lorgan? He is a hard worker. The King cannot touch us out here.
LOR You would be surprised what the King can do. [Lifts up a piece of parchment] The King of the North has sent me a message. Word has come to his ears that one of Hador’s house still exists, in my care. He demands that I send the slave to him, or else dispose of him quickly and quietly. I agree that he has been of great profit to us. But I shall do as the King bids. I will not send the slave to him, but kill him myself. He shall not return from this mission, nor his companion. The Whip-master will do his work thoroughly.
AIDE Why not kill him here?
LOR Because, you fool, it might start a slave revolt. No, it is much safer out in the wilderness, and more sure of success.
SHIFT TO TUOR WALKING through CAMP. ANNAEL JOINS HIM.
ANL Tuor, why did Lorgan want to see you?
TUOR He is having me oversee a mission in the west to gather timber. I thought I could get him to trust me.
ANL I don’t like it, my son. Lorgan surely knows you are a threat to him.
TUOR A threat, father Annael! How could I be a threat to one of the greatest lords of the Easterlings?
ANL Because you are the symbol of the hope of Dor-Lómin! We two alone have survived from the original band. To him I am just an old man with some work left in me. But you are young and strong, and though you have acted submissive these three winters, he must know that you cannot be trusted.
TUOR He is a fool not to. Don’t you see that this is our chance to escape? You’ll surely also be put on the work team, and we can escape together.
ANL Too risky. Even if he does trust you, he’ll surely put a strict guard around you. We need more time.
TUOR You raised me to be proud. You were the chief of the outlaws, men who would not submit to the Easterlings after my father died and Dor-Lómin fell. You fostered me. You told me about the hope in the south, and of the Valar and the sea. You told me never to lose hope, never to submit to the invader. I believe our time must surely have come.
SHIFT TO SCENES OF TEAM WALKING through the woods. SHIFT TO SLAVES CHOPPING down trees, TREE FALLING. SHIFT TO TUOR CHOPPING FALLEN TRUNK. ANNAEL COMES UP WITH WOOD IN ARMS.
ANL The guards seem more watchful than usual.
TUOR Well they should be. [Chops] Even the Easterlings could not find us if we disappeared into the forest, without dogs. But it is too risky. They are all armed with bows and javelins.
ANL Have you noticed how we two are the only ones not off cutting down trees? All my senses revolt at this. Be wary.
ANNAEL MOVES ON. TUOR CONTINUES TO CHOP. SHIFT TIME. TUOR PICKS UP cut logs and WALKS toward wagon. SUDDENLY SEES EASTERLING lift up JAVELIN and HURL it at ANNAEL. TUOR SHOUTS, ANNAEL TURNS and receives the javelin in his side.
TUOR LIFTS UP AXE, dropping logs, and ATTACKS EASTERLINGS. BATTLE ENSUES. TUOR KILLS EASTERLINGS, but WHIP-MASTER ENTERS. BATTLE ENSUES. TUOR KILLS WHIP-MASTER, and DROPS down beside ANNAEL.
TUOR Annael, get up.
ANL No, Tuor son of Huor, I cannot. This javelin shall be the death of me, I fear. Run while you can. Others will come.
TUOR I shall take you with me.
ANL No! Even as you have trusted me in life, you must trust me now. With me you will not get far. You must go now. [Begins to breath more labored] Remember, my son, there is a King in Gondolin.
ANNAEL DIES. TUOR STARES SHOCKED for a moment, then TURNS TO SEE EASTERLINGS approach. Angrily, TUOR CATCHES UP AXE. ARROWS WHISTLE BY, and TUOR FLEES into woods.
ETL1 After him! Don’t let him escape! Bring out the dogs.
SHIFT TO TUOR RUNNING through woods. HEAR DOG SOUNDS FAR AWAY. TUOR ENTERS CLEAR, ROCKY HILL and RUNS UP. As he nears the top, DOGS come forth from TREELINE and pursue. EASTERLINGS COME FORTH and HALT THERE, PANTING.
ETL2 Sir, I cannot run any longer!
ETL1 We’ll wait here. The dogs will run him aground. The little white demon!
TUOR HALTS AT TOP OF HILL, panting heavily. DOGS APPROACH, AND LEAP ON HIM.
TUOR Urmald, Orgrin, all of you, get down!
DOGS WAG TONGUES, and look at him.
TUOR You are wise beasts, and the only ones I shall miss in leaving my life as a slave. Return to the camp! Go home!
DOGS BARK and EXIT. TUOR WATCHES, then EXITS. SCREEN FADES IN, revealing TUOR as rugged OUTLAW, walking out of CAVE and into FOREST with BOW.
IMAGE: TUOR SHOOTING down a group of four EASTERLINGS, then approaching to take their packs and eat what food is in them. Suddenly TUOR RAISES HEAD. HE TURNS to see two ELVES walk forward toward him.
CDH Hail, Tuor son of Huor!
TUOR Caladharn! Long has it been since I heard the sound of your voice.
TUOR RISES AND EMBRACES CALADHARN.
CDH I come from Círdan, Lord of Balar. We have a ship in the Firth. We had heard of the destruction of the outlaws, and feared for your life. We were sent to search for you, to bring you south to the Havens of Sirion, where you will be safe. Our search has been long, but at last we have found you. You may escape this land.
TUOR Caladharn, I have known you since childhood. You remember that before my mother went southward never to return. after the death of my father in battle, she begged that I, then an infant, should stay in Dor-Lómin, and that great good would come of it. Dor-Lómin was overrun, but still Annael kept me safe in the Caves. Now even the Caves are gone, and I am a wanderer. Yet still this is the land of my father still, and I will ever stay here to avenge myself and Annael on these marauding men of the East.
CDH Tuor, surely you know that you cannot stay here forever. The life of an outlaw is risky, and one day you shall be caught and killed, or worse sent to the Dark Enemy himself. Lorgan is hunting for you. Please, my friend, come with us. Círdan’s power is still great, and he will keep you safe though all Beleriand crumble about you.
TUOR I will not do it. I’m afraid your mission has been in vain.
CDH Very well. But this may be the only chance you ever get. I can leave you only with this counsel: if need is dire, go west. There is a secret tunnel through the mountains called the Gate of the Noldor, along the stream we call Mithalag. Follow it, and it will take you to the Western Sea. Is there naught else I may do for you, my friend?
TUOR Only tell the Lord Círdan, wisest of the Elves, that Huor’s son still lives, and one day he shall avenge his father against Morgoth.
CDH This I hear. Farewell.
ELVES EXIT. FADE TO BLACK. SHIFT TO EASTERLING ENCAMPMENT, and then INSIDE LORGAN’S TENT.
LOR This shall not do. For three years this young devil has eluded me, raiding and stealing. He shall drive me to ruin.
AIDE May I suggest setting a trap for him?
LOR I have tried it before, but he seems to have some accursed elven-sense that keeps him from harm. Have you anything new to propose? The only way to rid us of him would seem to be asking the King for soldiers to raze all Hithlum in search of him!
AIDE You need not ask for a whole army, my lord.
LOR What is that?
AIDE I have heard that the King of Angband has trackers of an unusual sort. They are bred to find blood.
LOR Not the werewolves of Gorthaur!
AIDE Merely tell the King that one of Hador’s line is abroad, and I’m sure he will spare some for our purposes.
LOR It is well thought-of. Tuor cannot escape the werewolves. So be it!
SHIFT TO NIGHT-TIME. WEREWOLVES APPEAR, and ENTER LORGAN’S TENT. SHIFT TO INSIDE. LORGAN WAKES AND LIGHTS LAMP.
LOR What is this? [Gasps]
GTH The Master of the World sends his greetings to Lorgan, lord of the fief of Dor-Lómin. [Morphs into man-figure] I am Gorthaur, the right hand of the illustrious Melkor.
LOR [Rising nervously] Lord Gorthaur? I am honored by your presence.
GTH Not at all, man of the East. I have brought three werewolves with me, some of my finest killers. Due to your bungling efforts the son of Huor is alive. His throat will soon be in my jaws.
LOR Does your master usually send you upon such matters?
GTH He entrusts me with all such matters of importance. Have a good night, Lorgan. We shall bring you his corpse in the morning.
LOR Yes, as you say, my lord.
GORTHAUR MORPHS INTO WOLF-FORM. WEREWOLVES FLEE with HOWLS. SHOW SCENES OF THEM SNIFFING AND TRACKING. SHIFT TO TUOR SLEEPING, THEN RISING.
TUOR Something doesn’t feel right.
TUOR SCANS THE TREES. SUDDENLY, WEREWOLF FLIES out AT HIM. TUOR DRAWS SWORD. BATTLE ENSUES. TUOR FORCES WEREWOLF OFF CLIFF INTO RIVER AND FLEES, as other howls rise up. SHIFT TO DAYLIGHT, TUOR WALKING WEST. SHOW SCENES OF FOLLOWING VARIOUS STREAMS, THEN TURNING AWAY as they lead to dead-ends or turn eastwards. SHIFT TO TUOR SITTING on a ROCK mournfully, HEAD LOWERED. SUDDENLY, TURNS to see SPRING FROM HILL, falling into GORGE. WALKS DOWN INTO GORGE. SEES GELMIR and ARMINAS BELOW. THEY TURN, DRAW SWORDS, AND ATTACK. TUOR DOES NOT MOVE, and G&A LOWER WEAPONS.
AMN Do my eyes belie me, Gelmir?
GLM Nay. For surely this is a man of the House of Hador. Is not his hair yellow as spun gold?
TUOR I am Tuor, son of Huor, son of Galdor, son of Hador. You are unlike any other elves I have seen. A light is in your eyes, and your faces seem to shine.
AMN Well said, Man of Shadows. We are Noldor, who have seen the light that lies in the West across the Sea. We knew Huor in the days of old, and fought beside him in battle. I am Arminas, and this is Gelmir, my brother. We thought that the House of Hador was utterly destroyed. How came you here?
TUOR I seek escape, and the Gate of the Noldor.
GLM Your search is ended. We have just come up from the gate. [Points behind to opening] There it stands before you. We can set you on your road, but cannot guide you far. For we are on a mission of great urgency. But fear not. A great doom is written upon your brow, and it shall lead you far from these lands, far indeed from Middle-earth, as I guess.
AMN Come, Huor’s son, take this lantern. It comes from Valinor, imbued with the light of the stars of Varda, and shall not go out.
ARMINAS HANDS TUOR LANTERN. ALL ENTER CAVERN. SHOW THEM ENTER FROM INSIDE. TUOR LOOKS ABOUT in wonder.
GLM Beautiful, is it not, Man of Shadows? Yet it is incomparable to what you shall see on the other side.
SCENES OF WALKING DOWN TUNNEL. At last, TWAIN EXIT TUNNEL above FALLS and CIRITH NINNIACH.
AMN This is the Ravine of Rainbows, which leads down to the Sea. Straight is your course; just follow the ravine. If you wish to find the Havens, your journey must be long, but continue south along the shoreline, and you will find it eventually.
GLM But now we must return, for our errand is pressing. Matters of great peril are stirring in Beleriand.
TUOR Has the hour arrived when the King of Gondolin shall come forth?
GLM What do you know of Turgon, Man of Shadows, and the Hidden City?
TUOR Only that my father died to save him and his people at the Battle of the Nirnaeth, and that his hidden stronghold is the last hope for Beleriand against Morgoth. Ever the name of Gondolin stirs my heart. Perhaps one day I shall find it.
AMN Who shall say? I, too, have sought it long and yet never found it. There are no Men who know this. Only the few messengers of Turgon that come forth from the Mountains have this knowledge, and they will tell no-one, for fear that Morgoth will learn.
GLM Yet I have heard that your House has the favor of the Lord of Waters. And if his counsels lead you to Turgon, then surely you will come to him, wherever you turn. Follow the road placed before you, and fear not, for you shall not long walk in the darkness. The Dweller in the Deep moves many things in this forsaken lands, and I do not think that our meeting was by chance. Farewell, and may we meet again in happier hour. Anar kaluva tielyanna!
GELMIR AND ARMINAS DEPART BACK THROUGH TUNNEL. TUOR TURNS FORWARD, and LOOKS OVER the ravine. BEGINS TO WALK DOWN.
IMAGE: TUOR WALKING along rocky bank of RIVER in CIRITH NINNIACH, suddenly STOPPING and COCKING HEAD as SEA-GULLS MEW far ahead. TUOR MOVES FORWARD, with a light in his eyes, STRAINING to HEAR. MEWING comes again, and TUOR BEHOLDS GULLS FLYING overhead.
TUOR What beautiful creatures are these white birds! How my heart leaps within me, in anticipation of some great wonder that lies before me.
TUOR WALKS ON. SHIFT TO TUOR WALKING forward TOWARD CAMERA, then coming to STOP UPON ROCK. ANGLE TO VIEW FROM BEHIND TUOR, to reveal the ROARING SEA. TUOR is AMAZED.
TUOR This is what my heart has longed for. This must be what is called the Western Sea, across which lies fair Valinor and the Undying Lands! I shall never forget the sight of it.
SHIFT TO BEACH at NIGHT, TUOR SITTING laying beside FIRE. WHISPER COMES, and TUOR RAISES HIS HEAD.
GULL (VO) Go South, and find what thou canst there.
ANGLE to FROM BEHIND TUOR’S HEAD, to see GULL on ROCK. GULL turns and FLIES AWAY. SHIFT TO DAYTIME, where TUOR is WALKING along the beach. ANGLE FROM BEHIND TUOR. TUOR HALTS, and LOOKS UP AT VINYAMAR. TUOR WALKS ON. SHIFT TO TUOR CLIMBING PATH TO GATES OF VINYAMAR. TUOR HALTS BEFORE GATES, and LOOKS ABOUT HIM. Then TUOR PUSHES OPEN GATES. SHIFT TO INSIDE VINYAMAR. TUOR LOOKS ABOUT HIM at the grandeur of the magnificent hall of stone, its tapestries still hanging. ANGLE TO TABLET, on which light falls. TUOR APPROACHES TABLET and RUNS FINGERS ACROSS MAIL.
TUOR It’s almost as if these were left here for me. This place seems Elvish to me, and there is a wholesome air. This armor is a marvel, the like of which I have never seen. I wonder how long it has waited here; waited, seemingly, for me. I feel somehow as if I were meant to have it.
TUOR TAKES UP MAIL, and PULLS IT ON, CAMERA SHOWING CLOSEUPS OF EACH PIECE OF ARMOR as TUOR places it on himself. Lastly, TUOR PLACES HELM on his head; MUSIC IS QUIET BUT TRIUMPHANT. CAMERA SHIFTS to show TUOR WALKING ALONG BEACH in front of VINYAMAR. Suddenly there is the sound of THUNDER out over the SEA, and TUOR TURNS to GAZE out on the Ocean. SHIFT TO VIEW from BEHIND TUOR. ULMO’S THEME played on French horns and reed instruments, while a heavy wind comes forth from the Sea. Green peaks, seeming to be enshrouded by mist, appear far over the turbulent sea. Then ULMO ENTERS, RISING FROM THE SEA GRADUALLY, UNTIL AS IF KNEELING IN THE WATER.
ULMO Hail, Tuor, of the House of Hador! I am Ulmo, the Vala of the Sea, who long ago instructed the Elf-lord Turgon to leave the arms you now bear in the abandoned city. I have chosen you as my messenger, and now I give you the command to depart from these strands, and to seek Gondolin where Turgon reigns as King of the Noldor.
TUOR How shall I find Gondolin, great one?
ULMO I shall provide for you. Five hundred years ago the Elves went into exile, and we the Valar knew that it was not right for they that broke our commands to return once more. Though Gondolin has hidden Turgon for all this time, it will not always. Morgoth, the Dark King of Angband, is not far from finding the City, and when he has found it, he will surely destroy it. Therefore I am sending you to Turgon, that you may tell him the words of Ulmo. And these are my words: he must seek the Sea, for I know that the exile will not last, and I believe that the other Valar will look favorably on such an act of faith. But if he remains in Gondolin, he will surely fall.
TUOR And if he does not listen?
ULMO You must only deliver the message, Son of Huor. If you have done it, I count your mission fulfilled. Turgon’s blood is on his own head if he remains in Gondolin, for I am no god, but simply a Caretaker. My reach does not extend far beyond the Sea, and I cannot help him in days of trouble. Go in peace, Tuor, and go quickly!
TUOR I go, Master of the Waters.
ULMO BOWS, and raises STAFF. WHIRLWIND COMES, and ULMO EXITS amid it. TUOR STANDS on BEACH as the last strains of ULMO’S THEME fades away. TUOR’S EYES are DOWNCAST, but when he LOOKS UP, he sees VORONWË LYING AT EDGE OF WATER in torn and soaked clothes. TUOR WALKS DOWN, and PULLS VORONWË UP by the arm. TUOR PULLS VORONWË up the beach, and SETS HIM DOWN on his back.
TUOR Who are you? Are you all right.
VOR (cough) I am Voronwë.
TUOR You are an elf! One of the Noldor. Whom do you serve?
VOR My master is Turgon, High King of the Noldor. Please, my ship has been wrecked and I am the only survivor. By all the Valar, get me some water!
TUOR ADMINISTERS WATER to VORONWË. VORONWË SIGHS and LAYS BACK his HEAD on the sands. SHIFT TO NIGHT, WHERE TUOR SITS BEFORE FIRE, VORONWË RESTING NEARBY.
VOR So tell me, my preserver, who are you, and who is your lord?
TUOR No-one is my lord. I am Tuor son of Huor, and I have lived as an outlaw for four years.
VOR Huor’s son! I had thought none of that line were left. Indeed, I am glad to meet you, for Huor saved my master in battle at the cost of his own life, at the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.
TUOR I did not know what took place there, only that my father did not return. You are a mariner of Turgon, the King of Gondolin?
VOR Yes. I and twenty others were sent on a ship westward. So far as I know, I am the only one who has escaped.
TUOR And what was your mission?
VORONWË REMAINS SILENT. SEVERAL MOMENTS PASS.
TUOR Do you know the way to Gondolin?
VOR Why do you want to know?
TUOR I am called there by Ulmo, the Vala of the Sea. I have a message for Turgon.
VOR I know.
TUOR How did you know?
VOR Four centuries ago our master, Turgon, dwelt in that city over there, Vinyamar, with his followers. Morgoth, the Fallen King of Darkness, enemy of the Valar and the Elves, was rising against us strongly. Ulmo came to Turgon and asked that he place armor in that city. If the time came that the Noldor were to leave the hidden city, Ulmo would send a messenger to Turgon dressed in that armor. You are arrayed in such. Indeed, I had mistaken you for an elf at first glance. It is fitting, however, that the son of Huor should warn us of our doom, as it was Huor who preserved us in the hour of need. When the battle was fierce, Huor and his brother, Húrin, covered the secret escape of the Noldor from the battlefield, so that Gondolin might remain hidden a little longer. Huor paid for it with his life, along with many others. But Turgon escaped safely. Yes, I believe you when you say whose messenger you are, and I shall guide you as best I may to Gondolin. We shall leave in the morning.
FADE TO BLACK. IMAGE: TUOR and VORONWË WALKING along the ERED WETHRIN. ANGLE TO FACING TUOR. TUOR TURNS to look on last time upon the SEA. VORONWË HALTS and WATCHES TUOR.
VOR The Sea! No elf can resist its call. We forsook our paradise across the sea, and it is the hope of every Noldo that we may someday return.
TUOR TURNS AWAY and COMES UP BESIDE VORONWË to LOOK OUT OVER MIDDLE-EARTH spread out before them. WOODS OF NÚATH below.
VOR Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the elven land. We have many miles to go. We shall cross the Narog at the Pools of Ivrin, and then pass by the woven wood of Doriath. Gondolin should lie north of that place, amid the Encircling Mountains.
TUOR The world seems so big.
VOR It is a lot larger than you can possibly imagine, Tuor. There are lands much greater than Beleriand west of the sea, and large plains and seas to the east that have been unexplored since the beginning of time.
VORONWË MOVES ON. TUOR STANDS STILL for several moments, then FOLLOWS. SHIFT TO SCENE of TUOR AND VORONWË WALKING THROUGH FOREST.
ULMO (VO) Thus Tuor and Voronwë journeyed eastward, to lands where Tuor had never been, on a quest to save a people Tuor had never known.
VOR I look forward to seeing the Pools of Ivrin again. Their beauty is unsurpassed. I remember when, almost five hundred years ago, Fingolfin the High King called a grand feast there. Ah, the mist in the mornings, when we could hear the singing of the nightingales and the cry of the loons! The moonlight would dance upon the shimmering surface of the waters among the reeds at night.
SHIFT TO VORONWË LEAVING FOREST. VORONWË STOPS, SHOCKED.
TUOR (from behind) What is it, Voronwë?
VOR All that remains of the Pools of Ivrin, I fear.
SHIFT TO FROM BEHIND VORONWË AND TUOR, SHOW BURNT-OUT BOG.
TUOR These are the marvelous Pools of Ivrin? This is a reeking bog!
VOR Some foul monster has been here since I passed through. And it seems I am the only one left to mourn them.
TUOR We should not stay here. Evil has been here.
VOR You are right. I do not wish to gaze upon this destruction overlong. Yet we must pass through this to get to the Crossings of Teiglin and Doriath. We must cross it, though death itself lies in our way.
TUOR I think that’s highly possible, Voronwë, and I can’t say I’m looking forward to it, whatever the Elven poets say.
TUOR AND VORONWË MOVE FORWARD. SHIFT TO TUOR AND VORONWË WALKING across Eithel Ivrin. TUOR STEPS IN MUD AND SINKS DOWN TO HIS KNEE, then PULLS FOOT OUT.
TUOR I shall be in a fine state as the glittering messenger of Ulmo if I come to Gondolin muddied and hungry, more like a beggar than the emissary of a Vala.
VOR I would not worry about that yet, Tuor my friend. Ah, I remember when we would bathe in the sparkling pools, and watch the silvery fish glide through the clear waters. I cannot begin to tell you, Tuor, what a terrible thing this is for me, to return and find it like this.
AS VORONWË TALKS, SHOW SCENES ALTERNATELY OF HIM AND OF A SNAKE-LIKE BEING MOVING THROUGH THE MARSH. Suddenly VORONWË IS GRABBED BY THE LEG, and TUMBLES with a CRY.
TUOR RUNS OVER TO VORONWË, who STRUGGLES TO HIS FEET, ENCOILED BY A GREAT SERPENT. TUOR RUSHES up and DRAWS his SWORD. BATTLE ENSUES, in which TUOR and VORONWË at last DRIVE AWAY the SERPENT. TUOR AND VORONWË STARE after it.
TUOR Was that one of your silvery fish, Voronwë?
VOR (laughs) Tuor, you have saved my life, and I shall not forget it. But we must keep going, if we are to escape this foul place before sundown. It holds no more beauty to me.
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VORONWË and TUOR open the DOOR of the PASSAGEWAY.
VOR Tuor, unless the guards of Turgon are altogether unwary, we shall be captured not far down the tunnel. But I do not worry about capture. Elves rarely use this passageway, and men never. They would spare a shot when they saw an Elf walking up the passageway, but if they saw an elf in the company of a man, they might not hesitate to assume treachery. I only hope that your unusual armor will make them wait until we can explain our purpose.
TUOR I hope so, too, Voronwë.
VORONWË LIGHTS TORCH; BOTH WALK down into the PASSAGEWAY. SHIFT to scenes of WALKING through the darkness. SHIFT to images of hands DRAWING BOWS. SHIFT back and forth.
ECT Who goes there?
TORCHES FLARE to reveal GUARDS with drawn bows and naked swords.
VOR Stepping forward I am Voronwë, a mariner of Turgon King who has returned from a long journey.
ECT Who is your companion?
VOR He is Tuor son of Huor, a messenger come to Turgon from the Vala Ulmo. Behold, he wears the armor!
ECT A man. Men are not welcome to Gondolin, though they be children of Huor or even of the mighty Húrin Thalion. Not since there day has any man looked upon Gondolin the White.
VOR I know you, Lord. You are Ecthelion, chief of the House of the Fountain. You know better than any of the prophecy, for you stood beside Turgon as he received Ulmo’s message.
ECT Yet time has made me wary, Voronwë son of Aranwë. You I will not deny, for you are an inhabitant here and of noble birth. Yet though he be the herald of Manwë himself I will still bind this man, if he will submit to it. I would not counsel resistance.
TUOR Nor will I offer it. If the King will judge me, I will be content.
ECT Bind his hands. We shall go to the Great Gate. There I shall see the mortal in better light, and may make good judgement.
GUARDS BIND TUOR’S HANDS. TUOR and VORONWË are led through the passage. Eventually they come to the GREAT GATE. The GREAT GATE OPENS, and the PROCESSION WALKS through. LIGHT FALLS on TUOR, and his armor sparkles in the sunlight as his cloak flows out behind him. The GUARDS STEP BACK. The eyes of TUOR and ECTHELION meet.
ECT Truly, you are the very image of Huor your father. I see nobility in your eyes, strength in your brow. I can find no evil in your eyes or your heart. Walk now as a free man across the plain of Tumladen, and be glad. Few of the outer world have seen what you are about to witness.
GUARDS UNBIND TUOR. ECTHELION LEADS TUOR to the edge of the OVERLOOK. From there TUOR SEES TUMLADEN, with GONDOLIN sparkling in the center like a white gem.
ECT May you take pleasure at the sight, Tuor. Be light of heart, weary travelers, for rest is found here, and beauty. Light and laughter dwell here, and peace.
VOR There never was a fairer sight. May the Rock of Singing Water stand forever.
TUOR You know my message, my friend. Alas that I should be the bearer of such ill tidings.
ECT You shall not find the Noldor of Gondolin eager to receive such a message. Especially Turgon King.
TUOR Does he not trust the word of Ulmo?
ECT It perhaps is not my right to speak of my king so, but you shall see that he has changed a good deal. He loves his city and his people, but heaviness has taken his heart of late. He believes his city to be invincible, and hidden completely from the eyes of the Dark Enemy.
TUOR What then does he fear?
ECT Even he knows that not. The doom of the Wise is a heavy one.
ECTHELION, TUOR, and VORONWË WALK down the path. Music is loud as alternating shots of them pass by of them walking down the MAIN HIGHWAY across Tumladen. SHIFT to view from WALLS OF GONDOLIN, angled slightly from above. GUARDS STAND solemnly gazing out over Tumladen toward the Mountains. IDRIL ENTERS to look out over the wall. SHIFT back to view from behind TRIO. HORNS SOUND. SHIFT BACK to view on WALLS. ENTER GLORFINDEL beside IDRIL.
GFD Those are the horns of Lord Ecthelion. For whom do they sound?
IDR It is as if Ecthelion is heralding some great visitor. See! Three now approach.
GFD One must be Ecthelion. His armor flashes like silver and diamond. But who are the others? One appears taller than the others. [Pause] By all the Valar, it can’t be.
IDR What do you see, Glorfindel?
GFD My lady, I see the doom of Gondolin.
SHIFT to other places along the WALLS. Many GONDOLIN-FOLK are gathered on the WALLS, LOOKING out at the TRIO. SHIFT to TUOR, CLOSE-UP. TRIO HALTS at the foot of the GONDOLIN STAIRCASE. TUOR takes a deep breath, then MOVES FORWARD. SHOW SCENES of TUOR WALKING up the STAIRCASE. SHIFT to ECTHELION.
ECT [Shouting] Open the gates!
SHIFT to INSIDE of the GATES OF GONDOLIN. GUARDS OPEN GATES, and TRIO WALKS through.