THE COMING OF TÚRIN INTO BRETHIL

EXT. DORIATH - DAY

Morwen is mourning.
		
		THINGOL:
	Do not fear the end unless it’s here. It is not at 
	all sure that your son lies in the mound.
		
		MORWEN:
	Such doubt is the very work of Morgoth! May we not 
	learn the truth, and know surely the worst that we 
	must endure?
		
		THINGOL:
	This is a perilous matter, and must be pondered. 
	Such doubt may in truth be the work of Morgoth, to 
	draw us on to some rashness.
		
		MORWEN:
	Rashness, lord! If my son lurks in the woods hungry, 
	if he lingers in bonds, if his body lies unburied, 
	then I would be rash. I would lose no hour to go 
	seek him.
		
		THINGOL:
	Surely the son of Húrin would not desire that. Here 
	would he think you better bestowed than in any other 
	land that remains. For Húrin's sake and Túrin's I 
	will not have you wander abroad in the black peril 
	of these days.
		
		MORWEN:
	You did not hold Túrin from peril, but me you will 
	hold from him.
		
		MELIAN:
	Go not hence, Morwen. A true word you said: this 
	doubt is of Mor­goth. If you go, you go at his will.
		
		MORWEN:
	Fear of Morgoth will not withhold me from the call 
	of my kin.
		
		MELIAN:
	Then go as you wish. The Girdle is not designed to 
	hold friends.
			
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EXT. BESIDE TEIGLIN - DAY

Túrin sits beside the river drinking water. He looks down into the water on 
his own mirror image.

CLOSE-UP OF TÚRIN’S FACE

He is torn in mind.
		
		TÚRINVO)
	Morwen, Nienor, Finduilas. And now my oppressed 
	people calling as well.

He rises up and looks towards Doriath.

CLOSE-UP OF TÚRIN’S FACE
		
		TÚRINVO)
	Where else better may they be bestowed? Nay, it is 
	better as things be. Let Melian keep them! And I 
	will leave them in peace unshadowed for a while.
			
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EXT. WOODS UNDER THE EAVES OF WETHRIN - DAY

Túrin is looking for traces for Finduilas.
		
		TÚRIN:
	Finduilas! Where do they hold you?
			
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EXT. BOARDERS OF BRETHIL - DAY

Túrin is wandering beside the river Teiglin looking for traces. The sound 
of an affray is heard. He hastens towards the sounds, and walking warily 
among the trees he sees a small band of men, surrounded by Orcs, defending 
themselves desperately, with their backs to a knot of trees growing apart 
in a glade. The Orcs are in greater number than them. Túrin runs out of 
sight into the Underwood. There he makes a great noise of stamping and 
crashing.
		
		TÚRIN:
	(shouting)
	Ha! Here we find them! Follow me all! Out now, and 
	slay!

The Orcs look back in dismay. Túrin comes leaping out of the forest, waving 
to the “men” behind him. In his other hand he holds Gurthang flickering 
like a flame. Many of the Orcs scatter and flee even before Turn comes into 
close -combat with any. The woodsmen join him. Together they hunt the Orcs 
into the river where they drown.
		
		ONE OF THE MEN:
	You are swift in the hunt, lord; but your men are 
	slow to follow.
		
		TÚRIN:
	We all run together as one man, and will not be 
	parted.

The men laugh.
		
		MAN:
	(amused)
	Well, one such is worth many. I am Dorlas. But who 
	are you and what do you in these regions?
		
		TÚRIN:
	I do but follow my trade, which is Orc-slaying. And 
	I dwell where my trade is. I am Wildman of the 
	Woods.
		
		DORLAS:
	Then come and dwell with us. For we dwell in the 
	woods, and we have need of such craftsmen. You would 
	be welcome!
		
		TÚRIN:
	Are there then any left who will suffer me to darken 
	their doors? But, friends, I have still a grievous 
	errand: to find Finduilas, daughter of Orodreth of 
	Nargothrond. Alas! Many weeks is it since she was 
	taken from Nargothrond, but still I must go seeking.

The man looks upon Túrin with a pitiful face.
		
		DORLAS:
	(sympathetic)
	Then seek no more. For an Orc-host came up from 
	Nargothrond, and we thought then to deal our small 
	stroke in the war, and we ambushed the Orcs with all 
	the bowmen we could muster, and hoped to save some 
	of the prisoners. But alas! as soon as they were 
	assailed the foul Orcs slew first the women among 
	their captives; and the daughter of Orodreth they 
	fastened to a tree with a spear.
		
		TÚRIN:
	How do you know this?
		
		DORLAS:
	She spoke to me, before she died: 'Mormegil. Tell 
	the Mormegil that Finduilas is here.' She said no 
	more. But because of her latest words we laid her 
	where she died. She lies in a mound beside Teiglin. 
	It is a month now ago.
		
		TÚRIN:
	(resolute)
	Bring me there!
			
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BLACK SCREEN
		
		TÚRINVO)
	All my deeds and past days were dark and full of 
	evil. But a new day is come. Here in Brethil I will 
	stay, renounce name and kin; and not lay my dark 
	Shadow upon those that I love. My black sword will 
	be put aside and I wield rather the bow and the 
	spear. My name shall be Turambar, “master of doom”.
			
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THE JOURNEY TO NARGOTHROND

SHOT OF SOME BRANCHES

Water is dripping from the leaves to show that spring is coming.
			
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EXT. DORIATH - DAY

Morwen departs from Doriath.
			
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EXT. DORIATH - DAY

Thingol speaks to a band of elves(thirty elves, ten on horse) with Mablung 
in charge.
		
		THINGOL:
	Follow now speedily, yet let her not be aware of 
	you. But when she is come into the wild, if danger 
	threatens, then show yourselves; and if she will not 
	return, then guard her as you may.
		
		THINGOL:
	(to Mablung)
	If she chooses to return, have some of your men 
	follow her. But drive yourself forward to 
	Nargothrond, and learn all that you may.

SHOTS OF MABLUNG AND HIS COMPANY FOLLOWING MORWEN.
			
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EXT. THE SHORES OF SIRION - DAY

Morwen is not sure of the way. She walks over to the water and sticks her 
hand into it. The water is cold. She walks back a few steps. She looks 
around, and is not sure where to go.

P.O.V.-SHOT(MORWEN)
		
		VOICE FROM BEHIND:
	(Mablung)
	Morwen.

Morwen turns around and sees the followers coming out from the bushes.
		
		MORWEN:
	Will Thingol stay me? Or late does he send me the 
	help that he denied?
		
		MABLUNG:
	Both, and to bring news of Nargothrond. Will you not 
	return?
		
		MORWEN:
	No!
		
		MABLUNG:
	Then I must help you, though it is against my own 
	will. Wide and deep here is Sirion, and perilous to 
	swim for beast or man. Follow me rather to the 
	Twilit Meres.
			
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EXT. TWILIT MERES - STARLIT NIGHT

Two elven guards stands, with long spears in front of the river, guarding a 
couple of small Elven boats.
		
		MABLUNG:
	(to the Elves)
	Toged i cheryn na Nargothrond tolthad naer nín? [I 
	am on a grievous errand to bring the lady to 
	Nargothrond]

The elves steps aside, letting Mablung and the others pass.
			
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EXT. TWILIT MERES - STARLIT NIGHT

The elves pass over by the small boats. The riders first with Mablung among 
them, then the Elves on foot and then Morwen watching the others from the 
last boat. Her boat finally passes, and she steps over to Mablung.
		
		MORWEN:
	Do now as you are bidden and seek for tidings from 
	Nargothrond.
		
		MABLUNG:
	It is yet a long and dangerous way. If you go 
	further, you shall be horsed and go among the 
	riders, and stray no foot from them.
			
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EXT. GREY WOODS

They travel through the grey woods that covers much of the southern plain 
before Nargothrond.
			
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EPHEL BRANDIR

WHITE SCREEN
		
		MALE VOICEVO)
	(Brandir)
	 (In Elvish)
	Fair maiden! Come back to the light!
			
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INT. EPHEL BRANDIR. ROOM - MORNING

Níniel lies in a bed. She no longer looks sick. Turambar enters.
		
		TURAMBAR:
	Níniel!

He walks over to the bed, and takes his hand over her forehead. Níniel 
awakes. She takes Turambar’s hand down from her forehead and looks at it.
		
		NÍNIEL:
	What is the name of this thing? For in my darkness I 
	lost it.
		
		TURAMBAR:
	(laughing)
	This is my hand. And by it’s sword, many an Orcs 
	head has fallen from it’s shoulder.

Níniel laughs.
		
		NÍNIEL:
	Lord Brandir has told me the names of all the 
	things. 
	(beat)
	Save you. What are you called?
		
		TURAMBAR:
	Turambar.

She pauses as if listening to some echo in the word.
		
		NÍNIEL:
	And what does that say, or is it just the name for 
	you alone?
		
		TURAMBAR:
	It means Master of the Dark Shadow. For I also had 
	my darkness in which dear things were lost; but now 
	I have overcome it.
		
		NÍNIEL:
	And did you also flee from it, running, until you 
	came to these fair woods?
		
		TURAMBAR:
	Yes, I fled for many years. And I escaped when you 
	did so. For it was dark when you came, Níniel, but 
	ever since it has been light. And it seems to me 
	that what I long sought in vain has come to me.
		
		TÚRINVO)
	Haudh-en-Elleth! From the green mound she came. Is 
	that a sign, and how shall I read it?
			
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EXT. A CLEARING IN THE FOREST OF BRETHIL - DAY

Turambar sits in the grass watching Níniel dancing in the field.
			
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INT. EPHEL BRANDIR - EVENING

Turambar and Níniel sits at each their side of the table eating. Níniel 
looks up at Turambar. Turambar looks back.
			
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EXT. EPHEL BRANDIR - NIGHT

OVERVIEW-SHOT OF A BEAUTIFUL LANDSCAPE

The landscape consists of many lakes, rivers and small trees spread around 
it. The camera pans slowly downwards to reveal a small hill upon which 
Turambar and Níniel stands. The moon stands so that when the camera has 
panned all the way down and stops, it (together with thousands of stars) 
forms the background of the beautiful picture where the two stands.

MEDIUM SHOT OF THE TWO

They are looking each other in the eyes, holding each others hands.

The camera pans to the left until it faces backwards and reveals a person 
standing in the window of a smaller building at Long shot distance.

CLOSE-UP OF THE PERSON(IT IS BRANDIR)

This take goes on for about 30 seconds. It is however mixed with a few 
takes of Turambar and Níniel.

He looks up towards the hill with a sad look on his face.

CLOSE UP OF THE TWO
		
		TURAMBAR:
	(soft voice)
	Do as your heart bids you, Níniel most dear, but 
	this is the choice before me. I will go back now to 
	war in the wild; or I will wed you, and go never to 
	war again - save only to defend you, if some evil 
	assails our home.

Níniel smiles.

NEW CLOSE-UP OF BRANDIR

Behind him is heard the voice of a man.
		
		MAN:
	Dorlas and the rest of the party that wish for war 
	on the Orcs are ready milord.
		
		BRANDIR:
	I’m coming.

He looks out to the two lovers before he turns around and walks out of the 
room.
			
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IN HONOR OF TURAMBAR AND NÍNIEL

EXT. EPHEL BRANDIR - DAY
		
		BRANDIR:
	Be not in haste! Think me not unkindly, if I counsel 
	you to wait.
		
		NÍNIEL:
	Nothing that you do is done unkindly. But why then 
	do you give me such counsel, wise brother?
		
		BRANDIR:
	Wise brother? Lame brother, rather, un­loved and 
	unlovely. There lies a shadow on this man, and I am 
	afraid.
		
		NÍNIEL:
	There was a shadow, for so he told me. But he has 
	escaped from it, even as I. And is he not worthy of 
	love? Though he now holds himself at peace, was he 
	not once a great captain, from whom all our enemies 
	would flee?
		
		BRANDIR:
	Who told you this?
		
		NÍNIEL:
	It was Dorlas. Does he not speak truth?
		
		BRANDIR:
	Truth indeed. 
	(beat)
	But not the whole truth; for he was the Captain of 
	Nargothrond, and came before out of the North, and 
	was son of Húrin of Dor-lómin of the warlike House 
	of Hador.

A shadow comes over Níniel’s face.
		
		BRANDIR:
	Indeed, Níniel, well may you think that such a one 
	is likely ere long to go back to war, far from this 
	land, maybe. And if so, how will you endure it?
		
		NÍNIEL:
	Ill would I endure it, but unwedded no better than 
	wedded. And a wife, maybe, would better restrain 
	him, and hold off the Shadow.
			
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EXT. EPHEL BRANDIR - EVENING

All the men and women of Brethil are dancing and having fun. Turambar and 
Níniel among them.
		
		BELEG:
	(Loudly)
	Let the feast begin.

Brandir drags a golden rope to let fall a large curtain, thence revealing 
many set tables weighed down by the large amount of food. Everybody sits 
down around the various tables. The largest and greatest table stands at 
the far end of the court upon a raised ground. There stands two white 
chairs with high backs. (and other smaller chairs) Turambar and Níniel sits 
down in the white chairs at the end of the table. Turambar looks at Níniel, 
she looks back. They set then to eating the great meals that are put in 
front of them. Then Turambar raise up from his seat.
		
		TURAMBAR:
	‘Twas well that I did name myself Turambar, Master 
	of Doom, for Lo!  I have overcome the doom of evil 
	that was woven about my feet.
			
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EXT. NEW HOUSE UPON AMON OBEL - CONTINOUS

Men of Brethil are cheering as Turambar carries Níniel into the new house.
			
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INT. NEW HOUSE UPON AMON OBEL - CONTINOUS

Turambar kisses Níniel’s brow. They gaze at each other intensely.
			
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EXT. FEAST AT EPHEL BRANDIR - CONTINOUS

Men and women are dancing. Brandir sits alone, glowering and sad. He looks 
at the window of Turambar's house with a mix of hate and despair.
			
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INT. NEW HOUSE UPON AMON OBEL - CONTINOUS

CLOSE-UP ON NÍNIEL.

She smiles at Turambar, who smiles back. Níniel blows out a candle. The 
room is now dark.
			
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EXT. FEAST AT EPHEL BRANDIR - CONTINOUS

Brandir walks away. The feast continues.
			
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