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Iron Flame

The Story of Túrin Turambar

From J.R.R. Tolkien’s

Narn i Chîn Húrin

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The Silmarillion

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PROLOGUE

Minstrel: [voice over all:]

Long ago, in the First Age of Middle-earth the Dark Lord Morgoth, the Black Foe, dwelt in the North, and his great fortress Angband was impregnable to the forces of the Elves, which dwelt all about his gates and down into Beleriand, the land all South of it. Fingon, High King of the Noldorin Elves, and Elu Thingol, King of all the Sindarin Elves, as well as the other cities and strongholds in Beleriand of Elves, Men, and Dwarves, fought ever against him. And Fingon, and his cousin Maedhros, another lord of the Elves, sought counsel together to decide what course they should take to counter the malice of Morgoth, for his power had spread all down the Northlands.

[Scene: Two tall Elves sit together at a table at the end of a long hallway. The hall is beautifully made, and like a strong tall fortress. Its walls are made of marble, and upheld by carven marble pillars. The floor is made of many different hues of stone fit together, and on the walls are many images painted and carven in bright colours: the image of many people standing outside together, at a great feast, of a tall man with dark hair riding on his silver horse towards the dark gates of the Dark Lord’s fortress, a mural of the Sun and Moon and their courses around the Earth. The table is set on a shelf above the rest of the hall. Both men seated there are tall and very strong (obviously warriors). They are looking at a map (which you can see here). One, with long dark hair, with braids plated with gold, is sitting on the right, and points up to the North East of the map, speaking to the other.]

Fingon:

You see, Maedhros, if you and your brothers proceed up Lothlann, I and my troops, and the Men of Húrin’s lordship, may come from Dor-lómin in the West.

[The other, a tall Elf with short hair the hue of reddish rust, nods, and extends his left arm to point at the map (his right arm is resting on the table, and one may see that he has no right hand.]

Maedhros:

Thus we will crush the forces of Morgoth as between the anvil and the hammer. And Húrin will come, you say, from Dor-lómin?

Fingon:

                Indeed.

Maedhros:

The strength of Men may help us in the times. And I have the houses of Bór, and Ulfang, to aid me.

[There is a knock on the door at the other end of the hallway. A servant enters and announces:]

Servant:

                Lord Húrin, son of Galdor, my King.

[A Man enters behind him, rather short and stocky, but this comes all from muscle. He has golden hair that comes down to just below his shoulders. He walks down the hall and the two Elves rise as he reaches the end of it. Húrin bows to his knees at the step but Fingon comes down to him.]

Fingon:

                Nay, Húrin, you need not bow to me. Come.

[He walks up the step and the three stand together around the table looking at the map.]

We have been discussing our plan for the great battle that we shall wage against the Lord of Fetters.

Maedhros:

I feel we may have revealed our strength too soon, and thus we must prepare all the more for this stroke.

Húrin: [nods]

Even so, Lord. We must beware the guile of Morgoth, whose strength is always greater than it seems, and his purpose other than he reveals.

[Scene fades.]