THE FALL OF GONDOLIN

above: photograph by the composer
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The text for The Fall of Gondolin was the most difficult of all the Silmarillion texts to formulate.  It was also the text which drew upon the most disparate sources.  The first (and the only) complete full-length text was a revision of an even earlier draft made by Tolkien as early as c1920, and never revised; it is this text, with a very antique style, which is included in Volume II of Christopher Tolkien’s edition of The Book of Lost Tales.  There then followed a number of abridged versions culminating in the early 1930s with a severely foreshortened text, part of the Quenta Noldorinwa, included in its original form in The Shaping of Middle-Earth (Volume IV of Christopher Tolkien’s History of Middle-Earth).  This was the final complete version of the story that Tolkien ever wrote, and forms the basis for the text ultimately published in The Silmarillion in 1987.  In the early 1950s, shortly after the completion of The Lord of the Rings, he began to write a newly extended retelling of the story, but this covered only the childhood of Tuor and his journey to Gondolin; the whole of the tale of the fall of Gondolin was therefore missing.  Finally he expanded some parts of the earlier history of Gondolin, most specifically the story of Maeglin, and these expansions were also included in the published text of The Silmarillion.

The consequence of this rather fragmentary textual history meant that extreme measures had to be resorted to in order to construct a connected and unified libretto for the musical setting.  For the prologue, for example, the chorus sing a poem entitled The Bidding of the Minstrel which was originally written as part of the Tale of Earendel, which Tolkien never ever made any move towards completing; the chorus in the epilogue was drawn from the same source.  But both poems had been subsequently revised several times, and the later revisions at least conformed to the same style as the remainder of the Silmarillion texts which were being employed.  But the early Fall of Gondolin text from c1920, written in an altogether different style, formed the only basis for any text for Tuor’s words to Turgon, Turgon’s reply, or the fall of Gondolin itself.  There were no other alternatives; and the passages in question had therefore to be subjected to some delicate rewording to remove anachronistic stylistic elements.

The text for the prologue, as has been noted, came directly from The Bidding of the Minstrel and, apart from cutting, needed no alteration.  The final words of the prologue, spoken by Ulmo to Turgon, came from The Silmarillion.  The first triptych, treating of the story of Maeglin, also came from the same source.  Since this was a late addition to the original tale, it required very little revision to fall into line with the remainder of the cycle.  It may perhaps be noted that the passage describing the courtship of Eöl and Aredhel, which mirrors the poem Tolkien published in the 1960s as part of The Adventures of Tom Bombadil, echoes musically the setting I made in the 1970s of Shadow-Bride referred to in the Prologue to this analysis.

The second triptych draws very largely on the “later Tuor” describing Tuor’s childhood, his meetings with Ulmo and Voronwë, and his journey to Gondolin.  The lengthy sections of the 1950s text describing Tuor’s childhood are subject to severe pruning, reduced in effect to the highly compressed account written in the 1930s to form part of the Quenta Noldorinwa text.  The encounters with Ulmo and Voronwë, one of the most graphic parts of the later rewriting, are treated at length and form the main substance of the fourth scene.  The fifth scene reverts to an earlier text, The Horns of Ulmo, written at the same time as the early Gondolin text but several times revised; the form used in the cycle is a substantively cut text derived from the 1930s revision quoted in The Shaping of Middle-Earth.  In fact even the later revised text refers several times to an earlier version of Tuor’s meeting with Ulmo, where the encounter took place not under the cliffs of storm-swept Vinyamar but in the quiet and peaceful meadows of the Mouths of Sirion; this meant that the cutting had to be carefully shaped to weed out elements at discrepancy with the later version, which of course was the one employed in the fourth scene.  The remainder of the text of the fifth scene and the opening of the sixth scene were drawn directly from the later Tuor, again cut.

The final section of the sixth scene, from the entry of Turgon, is the point at which the final rewriting of the later Tuor was abandoned, never to be resumed.  The only text here, as has been noted, is that of the 1920s text.  Elements were introduced as far as possible from the later Tuor (for example, the quotation of Ulmo’s words) and the remainder was discreetly modernised.  But basically this explains the fact that Idril has nothing at all to sing in the first or second triptychs; there was no text at all for her to sing!

Nor was there much in what could be used to form a text for the third triptych.  Here the Quenta Noldorinwa account was curt in the extreme, and provided no text at all for dialogue; and the only version which did was the early Fall, which had both stylistic and narrative divergences.  There was nothing available which could be used for a love duet between Tuor and Idril, and it is after all the love between these two which provided the main raison d’être for the whole narrative!  Such a desperate problem demanded desperate solutions.  The whole of the love duet which constitutes the seventh scene was therefore drawn from a poem written by Tolkien  in  the  1920s or  1930s which         was a  Hymn  to Eärendil sung by Aelfwine (the later discarded narrator whose original function was to act as a guide to The Silmarillion texts).  Eärendil, of course, is not yet born in the original (he is the son of the couple singing the duet); yet the whole context of the poem, a song in praise of the Blessed Realm, is not a wholly unlikely subject for a duet between a couple whose ultimate destiny is to be to dwell in that land.  The very short eighth scene, the shortest in the whole cycle, is drawn entirely from modernised texts based on the early Fall.

The hymn to Ilúvatar which opens the ninth scene is another alien import.  The text is given in full only in early drafts for The Lost Road, Tolkien’s novel of Númenor abandoned in the 1930s; in the final drafts for the novel it is already heavily cut.  But the original text is a hymn suitable in most respects to have been sung by the people of Gondolin.  The occasional references to Númenor were either cut or substituted with other text.  The linguistic discrepancy was more intractable.  Tolkien’s Elvish language was a continually evolving and growing thing, and only became more ossified after the publication of The Lord of the Rings in 1954, which meant that defined texts were finally established.  But the 1930s Elvish used in the hymn was considerably different from that used in the later post-1954 text, which also included the Elvish hymn to be used in the epilogue.  I made some very desultory efforts to regularise some of the spellings (Anor for Anar, Ithil for Isil) to bring them into line with the Elvish words (Sindarin rather than Quenya) which readers of The Lord of the Rings might anticipate.  But other discrepancies inevitably remained; my only consolation would be that Elvish of any variety is not a language in common use among choral societies or concert audiences.

The remainder of the text for the ninth scene consists of sections of modernised dialogue drawn from the early Fall and two brief passages of narrative drawn from the Quenta Noldorinwa.  The text for the epilogue is somewhat different.  The foreground text, Idril’s farewell to Tuor and his departure over the Sea, is in fact in direct contradiction to the story (where Idril sails to the Blessed Realm with Tuor) given by Tolkien in all the manuscripts after 1926.  But the text comes from an earlier tradition, and the poem, The Happy Mariners, although given in a quite late revision probably intended for publication in the 1960s, was originally called The Sleeper in the Tower of Pearl, and formed part of the Tale of Earendel abandoned in the 1920s.  And there the story was quite definitely that Tuor left Idril behind when he sailed for the Blessed Realm; indeed, one of the notes for The Tale of Earendel identifies the singer of the song with Idril herself.  And the singer of The Happy Mariners, whoever they may ultimately have been, refers quite specifically even in the latest revisions to Gondobar, a name which Christopher Tolkien correctly observes is only ever used as another name for Gondolin and which has therefore no significance to the later story and is otherwise inexplicable.  It is on that admittedly rather indefinite basis that I have made the dramatic alterations to the epilogue which form the final text, but which do in their own way echo Sam Gamgee standing alone on the shores of Middle-Earth at the end of The Lord of the Rings where Frodo makes his own similar journey across the Sea. 

The Elvish poem which is sung simultaneously in the distance is, of course, the same as the voices Frodo hears on his voyage.  The text, apart from its relation to the Sea, has no connection with Gondolin at all.  It was published as part of Tolkien’s book of essays The Monsters and the Critics and in fact relates to the Fall of Númenor, some three thousand years in the future in the history of Middle-Earth.  But it does describe the journey of a lonely ship across the Ocean; and its final words, Who shall see the last morning?, chimes in perfectly with the song of the abandoned Sleeper in the Tower of Pearl, Idril, who looks in vain across the water seeking sight of the Blessed Realm.

   It will be noted that the final text for The Fall of Gondolin, apart from a fleeting mention in the very first bars of the Prologue, contains no reference to Eärendil as the son of Tuor and Idril, and as the messenger to the Valar whose mission will bring about the War of Wrath and the ultimate fall of Morgoth.  The tale of Eärendil, indeed, should be the last part of any complete Silmarillion cycle.  But, apart from Bilbo’s song in the house of Elrond contained in Book II of The Lord of the Rings, various fragmentary drafts from the 1920s which in any case refer to a totally different version of the story, and several other tangentially connected poems most of which had already been cannibalised to serve as text for The Fall of Gondolin, there was no material whatsoever to work on.  The whole of Eärendil remains an intangible mystery.*  Some elision was therefore essential to bring the incomplete cycle to a required conclusion.  It might be implied that it was Tuor’s mission to the Blessed Realm which brought about the intervention of the Valar and the destruction of Angband; it might be suspected that the fall of the Balrog saved the Elves from further war; it might be supposed that the fate of the Silmarils was other than Tolkien’s late additions to the Quenta made explicit.  Those who know Tolkien’s work will not be misled.  Those whose knowledge extends no further than The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings will hopefully be satisfied.  Those who understand the problems will possibly forgive.

 

*Since this passage was originally written in 1998, I have returned to Bilbo’s Lay of Eärendil in a full-length song setting for tenor and orchestra using a text incorporating revisions apparently made by Tolkien himself after the publication of the version in The Lord of the Rings. 
 
 

Prologue

The chorus sings of the deeds of Eärendil the seafarer, which have now receded into the mists of memory.  Ulmo, the Lord of the Waters, appears to the Elvenking Turgon and bids him found the Hidden City of Gondolin.

 

First Triptych

Scene One

Turgon's sister Aredhel, wearying of the delights of Gondolin, leaves the City against the wishes of the King and wanders forth into Middle-Earth.

Scene Two

She is captured by the Dark Elf, Eöl, and lives with him for many years.  When their son Maeglin is full-grown he wishes to leave his father's tutelage and escapes with Aredhel seeking to return to Gondolin.

Scene Three

Turgon welcomes the return of Aredhel and gives Maeglin a high place in the City.  But Eöl has followed them, and when both Aredhel and Maeglin refuse to leave Gondolin, he attempts to kill Maeglin with a spear.  Aredhel tries to intercept the blow and is killed.  Turgon condemns Eöl to be thrown to his death from the ramparts of the City.

 

Second Triptych

Scene One

The action returns to the war against Morgoth.  Tuor's father has been killed in battle, and Tuor seeking to escape comes to the shores of the Ocean.  Ulmo appears to him and sends him on a mission to warn Turgon that the fall of Gondolin draws near.  Voronwë, one of the Elves of that City, who was sent by Turgon to attempt to reach the Blessed Realm and seek aid, is saved from the wreck of his ship and offers to act as a guide to Tuor.

Scene Two

Tuor tells Voronwë of his vision of Ulmo, and his errand.  Voronwë leads Tuor to the dark and concealed Gates of the City of Gondolin.

Scene Three

Tuor delivers to Turgon the warning of Ulmo, bidding him to abandon his City and return to the Sea.  But Turgon refuses to risk the dangers of the Ocean.  Idril, Turgon's daughter, is sympathetic towards Tuor and offers him aid; but this displeases Maeglin, who is himself enamoured of Idril.

 

Third Triptych

Scene Seven

Tuor and Idril are married, and have a baby son Eärendil.  They sing of their longing to return to the Blessed Realm.

Scene Eight

Maeglin is captured and brought before Morgoth; he offers to betray the whereabouts of the hidden City if he may be rewarded.

Scene Nine

At daybreak Morgoth looses his whole force against Gondolin.  Maeglin attempts to seize Idril and Eärendil, but Tuor struggles with him and casts him from the walls to the same death as his father before him.  Turgon is overwhelmed in the fall of the City, and Idril and Tuor lead the surviving Elves away and down to the Sea.

 

Epilogue

Tuor takes his leave of Idril and his people, and sets out by ship across the Ocean.  He hears distant voices and sees bright lights shining through the mists as he comes to the Blessed Realm.

 

 

   The prologue opens with two statements of an entirely new theme, which will become that of Tuor:

 

141

This theme is phonetically notated from the initials of the name Tuor, originally called Tûr in some of Tolkien’s early manuscripts, and transliterated into French: Te-Ut-Re.  A number of the themes in The Silmarillion have been derived similarly, although some elaboration of the original notation has often been necessary.  This procedure does however lend a certain family resemblance to some themes; and this is entirely deliberate.  Tuor’s is nevertheless a particularly obvious example.  The harmonisation of the theme however lends it a somewhat detached air; and the scoring, for four recorders, introduces an entirely new orchestral colour into the score.  The recorders were originally intended to give an antique air to the Gondolin scenes, but having established themselves in the orchestral strength they then became very useful as an additional reinforcement to the woodwind colour, forming a separate family with the two flutes and piccolo as a contrast to the reed instruments.  At any rate, they establish their presence from the very opening bars of Gondolin.

   The chorus enter immediately with the opening words of the Prologue, and their opening phrase is an echo of 141 which will in due course assume an importance entirely of its own:

 

142

141 and 142 are the only themes heard for the first two minutes of the  Prologue,  but  soon  8 and 7 return from Fëanor, and are succeeded by 3, 26 and 24; we are in the midst of the familiar Silmarillion themes. 

   At the end of the first verse of the chorus, 142 dies away in the cor anglais and flute, and the choir almost in a monotone declaim

But the music is broken, the words half-forgotten,

the sunlight has faded, the moon is grown old,

the last words to a statement of 7; and hints of 32 and 23 underline their words, before the melody of 10 recurs (now for the very last time in the cycle) and is given a luscious harmonisation by the full chorus before restatements of 142 bring the chorus to a close.  At once the orchestra crashes in with a new theme:

 

143

which may be taken to represent the idea of sailing across the Ocean towards the Blessed Realm.  Ulmo’s voice is heard, as the Lord of the Ocean and protector of the Elves in exile; like others of the Valar his melodic line is confined very largely to one note (in this case A, which is peculiarly Ulmo’s key) and is accompanied by gentle restatements of 43 which finally die away in a series of harp glissandi underpinning chords on flutes and recorders.

   The depiction of the Hidden City of Gondolin given by the chorus at the opening of the first scene has a peculiarly archaic flavour, beginning with recorders, harp and oboes who state one of a number of themes associated with Gondolin and its inhabitants:

 

144

which is repeated before being succeeded by another,

 

145

and then immediately by yet another:

 

146

146 is developed at some length before a reference by the chorus to the Trees of Gondolin, images of the Trees of old, brings a reference to 21.  There then follow fleeting references to Idril, Turgon’s daughter, that was called Celebrindal:

 

147

and to Aredhel his sister, the White Lady:

 

148

before 145 on recorders and 146 on a solo clarinet bring this choral section to a gentle end.

  A suddenly livelier passage develops 148 at some length over a galloping bass in syncopated rhythm:

 

149

as Aredhel prepares to petition Turgon for permission to leave his Kingdom, and walk in the forests:

 

150

This theme will later be developed to become part of the music associated with Nan Elmoth.  But Turgon’s reply is negative:

 

151

and Aredhel’s proud response I am your sister and not your servant (to 148 and 149) falls on deaf ears; Turgon is concerned to preserve the secrecy of his realm.  A brief theme, previously hinted at just before 145 in the preceding chorus, now comes to the fore and signifies the Law of Gondolin, that none who find their way to the city shall ever be permitted to leave:

 

152

The rhythm of this theme underlies 151 as Turgon expresses his continued reluctance to allow Aredhel to depart; but Aredhel turns away to a sweeping restatement of 148, and 149 now assumes prominence as she rides away from the City, leading to a number of references to 7.

   The second scene opens with an extended choral description of the forest of Nan Elmoth in which Aredhel becomes enmeshed.  Over a steady rocking bass figure:

 

153

the main theme of the forest is stated by English horn and clarinets:

 

154

and it will be noted that the final phrase of 154 is that which will metamorphose into 150.  A wandering oboe restates 148 and then the series of chords associated with the Dark Elf, Eöl the Lord of Nan Elmoth, is heard:

 

155
 
When Eöl has drawn the weary Aredhel into his dwelling (to delicate and restful restatements of Aredhel’s 148 and his own 155) another new theme is heard:

 

156

followed by a choral melody to the words

                and they wandered far together

                by the light of the sickle moon:

 

157

Both these themes are drawn from the earlier setting which I made of Tolkien’s poem Shadow-Bride (published as one of the verses in The Adventures of Tom Bombadil), a dark and disturbing depiction of a bride drawn half into the realm of darkness by a lover who has seized her.  Although Tolkien gives no indication that this was intended as a description of the tale of Aredhel and Eöl (which had not apparently achieved such detailed narration at the time Tom Bombadil was in preparation; Christopher Tolkien has noted that much of the most finely detailed work on this part of the mythology was among the last work that his father undertook), the parallels were too close to ignore.  157 in particular will assume continuing importance later on.  The chorus then goes on to describe the birth of Aredhel and Eöl’s son, Maeglin:

 

158

where it will be noted that the accompanying harmonies already hint at Maeglin’s future treachery (see  50),   and further references to 156 and 157 follow as it is imagined that some twenty years pass.

   Maeglin, now fully-grown, and Eöl are seen in argument by the eaves of the forest.  Eöl (155) tells Maeglin that he must remember that he is not of Gondolin (146).  The reason for his hostility to the exiled Elves now becomes apparent; it was the followers of Fëanor who slew his kin and invades his lands, and he storms away as the orchestra recalls 44 and 45 from Fëanor.  Maeglin turns to his mother (148) and speaks of their bondage (155) and his desire to search for Gondolin (146).  Statements of 146 and 148 ff lead to a massive recapitulation of 157 as Aredhel and Maeglin flee and leave Eöl in despair.  150, repeated quietly twice, leads to a quieter statement of 157 and this forms a transition into the third scene.  Eöl’s ride in pursuit takes further phrases from 157 and the Shadow-Bride setting, before 152 depicts his discovery of the way to Gondolin and his coming to the Dark Guard under the mountains.

   144 is succeeded immediately by 145 and 157 as Turgon rises from his throne to greet Aredhel and Maeglin; then, as Ecthelion as Captain of the Guard enters to tell of the arrival of Eöl in pursuit of his wife and son, a new theme is heard:

 

159

which is succeeded in its turn by references to  151, 154 and 147 before it returns to accompany his final words (and Aredhel in a whispered and flustered aside to her son reveals her fears that Eöl might indeed have followed them).  To an accompaniment of her own 147 she boldly declares that Eöl is indeed her husband, and (154) the father of her son (157).  Turgon signs to Ecthelion to lead Eöl before him; and a severe and primitive restatement of 143 on recorders and violins over an ostinato timpani rhythm lend a sudden air of ancient ceremonial to the proceedings.

   Turgon begins by welcoming Eöl (150) but explains that, having once found his way to the Hidden City, he cannot be permitted to leave (152).  Eöl refuses his welcome thus expressed (154).  The causes of his bitterness against the Elves in exile becomes plain as the orchestra refers back to the Oath of Fëanor (39) and the bloodshed against Eöl’s kinsfolk which resulted (44 and 45).  He is willing to renounce Aredhel, if she has tired of him (147); but he insists that Maeglin, his heir, shall come with him away from the house of his enemies (157 followed again by 45 and then restated with great vigour).  Maeglin remains undecided, and the echoes of 156 on solo viola and bassoon die away as he stands in doubt.  Turgon reads his silence as rejection, and to fragments of 145 he refuses to debate further with this Black Elf, who is only protected from thraldom under Morgoth by the swords of the Eldar (23 here referring to Fëanor’s prowess in battle).  In his realm, Turgon declares, he is King and his word is law (fragments of  45 show what  Eöl  thinks of  this      claim).  As Eöl stands in his turn lost in thought, three solo timpani play the first chord of 154; but suddenly he throws back his coat and throws a javelin at his son; and as Aredhel leaps before him (147) the dart takes her in the breast (154 ff on the trombones and then 157 dying away into silence).  Eöl is seized by the guards (154) and curses his son, that he in his turn (155) may die the same death as his father.  A new theme is heard, that of the precipice of Caragdûr from which Eöl is to be cast, and from which Maeglin in his turn will fall:

 

160

Crashing percussion accompany a grandiose restatement of 143 as Ecthelion leads Eöl to the precipice, and casts him over (159).  Throughout this Maeglin has remained silent and brooding (157), and Idril comes to him to give him sympathy and consolation (146).  Maeglin looks into her eyes, but the thoughts which pass through his mind remain unspoken; only 50 on the oboes hints at what will result from this glance, Maeglin’s betrayal of Gondolin through the jealousy of his love new-born for Idril.  A wisp of a statement of 147 on flute shows Idril’s mind turning back to Aredhel, and she follows the funeral procession out as her own 146 gently sounds over a restatement of 143.  The last notes of the triptych refer back to Caragdûr (159) and Maeglin himself (solo bassoon whispering 157).

   The second triptych brings the action back to the realm of the mortal men who have come into Beleriand to aid the Elves, and the music in turn returns to the sphere of Húrin.  The opening phrase of the prelude is a repeat of 140, and this is followed by a complete recapitulation of 113 and another restatement of 140.  We are back indeed with the House of Hador and the family of Húrin, Morwen, Túrin and Niënor; now with Huor the brother of Húrin, his wife Rian and their son Tuor.  The opening words of the chorus repeat the opening words they had in Húrin (112); but when they go on to speak of the Battle of Unnumbered Tears a new phrase arises, expressive of the sufferings of the men who have aided the Elves:

 

161

As the chorus describe the birth of Tuor, 141 briefly reappears from the Prologue, and then 161 is repeated with greater richness as the chorus describes his childhood.  They go on to describe his departure for the Sea (143) and from the house of his fathers (113), and then 54 reappears from Fëanor as he comes to the shores of Middle-Earth.

   The mists which have covered the scene during the prelude now part and the shores of the Great Ocean are seen.  Ulmo’s theme (43) extends itself in a great leisurely expanse across the score as Tuor stands looking  out  at  the  sunset      across the water.  A storm is brewing, and mutterings of 47 are heard in the bass, as 43 slowly changes to 46.  As the storm reaches its height, and the shape of Ulmo rises from the deeps, 47 rises in great excitement over 143.   Ulmo’s opening words to Tuor recall his 43 in the form it took in the Prologue; but as he moves on to speak of Morgoth (4) and Tuor’s need to seek for Gondolin (146), his voice moves away from its monotone and takes on greater urgency.  He declares that Tuor will be his messenger (43 followed immediately by 141), and shows him the arms which he is to bear as a token to Turgon (144).  He then goes on to speak of the armour of Fate (161), and declares the curse of Mandos hastens to its fulfilment, and all the works of the Eldar shall perish.  The music here returns to the original music of the curse of Mandos in Fëanor (19 and 49), but then returns to 161 as he speaks of the hope they have not looked for and have not prepared, which lies in Tuor (141).

   Tuor is overawed; 146 sounds misterioso in tremolo strings as he asks of what assistance he, a mortal man (125), can be among so many and valiant of the High Folk of the West (8).  Ulmo (43 once again) reassures him that he sends him to Gondolin not for himself alone, but to bring into the world a help beyond thy sight (143); but the storm now begins to return (46) as he tells of the one who shall come to Tuor out of the storm, and the first hint of the theme of Voronwë, the Elf who will act as Tuor’s guide, is heard:

 

162
                        

As Ulmo disappears, the storm gathers its full force and presses upon the land (46 and 47).  The music at this point refers to the vision seen by Tuor which is described in full in the late description of this scene, and included in Unfinished Tales:

And therereupon Ulmo lifted up a mighty horn, and blew upon it a single great note, to which the roaring of the storm was but a windflaw upon a lake.  And as he heard that note, and was encompassed by it, and filled with it, it seemed to Tuor that the coasts of Middle-earth vanished, and he surveyed all the waters of the world in a great vision: from the veins of the lands to the mouths of the rivers, and from the strands and estuaries out into the deep.  The Great Sea he saw through its unquiet regions teeming with strange forms, even to its lightless depths, in which amid the everlasting darkness there echoed voices terrible to immortal ears.  Its measureless plains he surveyed with the swift sight of the Valar, lying windless under the eye of Anar [the Sun], or glittering under the horned Moon, or lifted in hills of wrath that broke upon the Shadowy Isles, until remote upon the edge of sight, and beyond the count of leagues, he glimpsed a mountain, rising beyond his mind’s reach into a shining cloud, and at its feet a long surf glimmering.  And even as he strained to hear the sound of those far waves, and to see clearer that distant light, the note ended, and he stood beneath the thunder of the storm, and lightning many-branched rent asunder the heavens above him.

This vision is not precisely mirrored in the music, but the horn-call of Ulmo is sounded by amplified horns behind the stage (playing Ulmo’s characteristic note of A), while the storm mutters far beneath in hurried string figurations based on 17.  Over that float reminiscences of many themes from earlier in the cycle: the Earth (7), the Valar (2), the House of Hador as Tuor’s ancestors (113), and several times repeated the theme of Ilúvatar himself (1).  As the note ends, 17 erupts suddenly in the trumpets, and 143 strides beneath in horns and trumpets.  Finally, as a ship is seen driven onto the shore and wrecked by the force of the storm, a new theme emerges:

 

163

over which another theme is shrilled out, which will become reveal its significance only in the very last bars of the work:

 

164

and as the thunder roars below a ffffz climax on 43, Tuor rises (141) and calls out by name to the lonely mariner who alone has escaped the wreck of the ship:

                Hail, Voronwë! I await you,

and 162 is sounded out ff by the horns before it dies away in two restatements by a solo cello.  All is suddenly still.

   Voronwë clambers up from his ship as wisps of themes reappear from the Prologue; he asks if the shadow is overthrown (4), or if the armies of Gondolin have come forth (146).  It should be noted here, as Christopher Tolkien has pointed out in Unfinished Tales, that the name of Gondolin is not mentioned at any point during the dialogues between Tuor and Voronwë until they actually come to the City; but the thematic references in the orchestra make it clear to what they are referring.  Voronwë remarks upon Tuor’s newly-acquired armour (144) and realises that despite this Tuor is mortal (113); Tuor in his turn remarks upon Voronwë’s identity (162) as the last mariner that sought the West from the Havens (32).  Voronwë is startled by Tuor’s knowledge, and as Ulmo’s 43 sounds above a reminiscence of his horn-call (again the single note A) Tuor explains his mission, and that Voronwë (162) is to be his guide.  The latter is overwhelmed (113 declaimed by the full orchestra) as Tuor goes on to explain the message he is to deliver to Turgon, when Doom (19) shall strive with the counsel of Ulmo (43, now in major mode) and recalls the promise made to Turgon by Ulmo in the Prologue (143).

   Voronwë turns away and looks across the sea (162).  The opening words of his long narration, in which he describes his vain attempt to seek to sail back to the Blessed Realm and seek the aid of the Valar, are set to the melody already outlined during the storm (163), but the next phrase will later reveal its true significance only at the very end of the work, when it will become the second part of the melody, 164:

 

165

This theme is succeeded in succession by 163, returns and then gives way to a version of Sauron’s theme (61) at Voronwë’s words

But if Evil has grown while I have wandered, and the last peril approaches:

 

166

which is accompanied by 35 and then gives way to 144 as Voronwë declares then I must go to my people.  Tuor agrees to follow the counsel of Ulmo (43) and asks how far Voronwë proposes to lead him (125, followed by 52).  Voronwë (developments of 162, followed by 163) agrees, and then returns to the narrative of his voyage on the Ocean:

But the Great Sea is terrible, Tuor son of Huor; and it works the Doom of the Valar.  Worse things it holds than to sink into the abyss and so perish,

where in a great climax 43 is succeeded by 141, 19, 49 and 164.  He goes on to describe the terrors of the Sea (to variants of 46) before a final return of 164 brings a sudden change of texture.  All becomes quiet and still, as below mysterious tremolandi on strings  with the vibraphone providing a halo of reverberation Voronwë sings in awe of his distant vision of the Blessed Realm and 2 is given out by muted violins.  But 35 recalls him to the present, and his recognition that none from mortal lands shall come there ever again (3).  Tuor attempts to comfort him (141 and 162 in rapid succession) with a prophecy that their roads will lie together far from the Shadow (143); and both rise and pull their cloaks about them to prepare for their long journey (43 dying away in the lower strings).

   Tuor’s description of his vision of Ulmo forms the main part of the sixth scene.  It opens with an entirely new theme played by clarinets and bassoons:

 

167

which is quickly taken up by the violins.  Tuor’s opening words

In a dim and perilous region in whose great

    tempestuous ways

are set to a theme which will alternate with 167 during the course of the narration:

 

168

and it is this theme which immediately returns in the orchestra, over a characteristic bass figure:

 

169

and is then succeeded, over a continuation of the same figure, by a full restatement of 167 only briefly interrupted by a reference to 141.  169 then takes over in the orchestra, in crashing string chords, while the voice returns to 168 (the tune then being taken over by the trumpets), and after a final reference to 167 returns to the music of the Prologue (141 accompanied by rushing string figurations and then a full restatement of 142).  After the complete restatement of the opening twenty bars of the work, there follows a recapitulation of 168 over 169; and then 169 rises ever higher over a restatement of 2 at the words

in the tumult as the Valar tore the earth

in the darkness, in the tempest of cycles ere our birth;

and then by an abrupt stillness as the narrative of the vision fades, and the heightened lyrical passage concludes with reference back to its opening bars (167).  It will be noted that the material for this section, apart from occasional citations of other motifs, is almost entirely self-contained; and indeed this narration is the closest approach to a formal and traditional aria to be found anywhere in the score of The Silmarillion.

   In the book, as Voronwë and Tuor lie close to death through freezing, they are roused and saved by the appearance of the Eagles who will lead them to the Hidden City.  It is therefore appropriate that 102 should here make a brief reappearance from Beren and Lúthien, although the Eagles are not in point of fact mentioned in the text.  As Tuor and Voronwë rise and enter the path of the Dry River which leads them to the Gates of Gondolin, 145 returns and is repeated eight times in succession in progressively changing keys and different orchestrations, even at one point combining in counterpoint with a phrase from 146; but as Ecthelion challenges them, 159 returns and is succeeded by statements of 152.

   159 is proclaimed ffz by the full orchestra as Ecthelion unveils a light and examines closely the faces of Voronwë (162) and then Tuor (141); and the latter brings a note of sudden astonishment.  159 is given out esitando by the flutes as Ecthelion turns to Voronwë in surprise (162), citing their long friendship (163) and asking plaintively Why do you set me thus cruelly between the law (152) and my friendship? (162).  His own 159 is combined with 162 and 152, succeeded closely by 113 and 125 as he attempts to remedy his own confusion.  Gwindor cuts through the texture with an affirmative restatement of 163, and reinforces it with a reference back to 19 at the words What I have done, I have done under command greater than the law of the Guard (152).  He appeals to the King (146) for judgement.

   Tuor steps  forward in his turn to challenge Ecthelion and does so to a full restatement of  113.  Ecthelion warns him that those who enter the Gate may never return save by the door of death  (152) but Tuor remains unmoved (141).  To restatements of 143, 43 and 159 he warns Ecthelion to hinder not the messenger of the Lord of Waters, and throws off his travelling cloak to reveal the armour left for him by Turgon and revealed to him by Ulmo, as the orchestra fff declaims the stentorian 144. Ecthelion once again is struck dumb with amazement (159) and to repetitions of 113, 43 and 144 declares

even the name that he claims matters less than this clear truth: that he comes from Ulmo himself.

   Turgon, with Idril and Maeglin on either side of him, now comes to meet Tuor and welcome him to the Hidden City, to which the name of Gondolin is now given for the first time in this triptych (146, restated twice).  Tuor stands before the King and delivers his message (43), combining 10 and 125 into one phrase at the phrase

       and who knows the minds of Elves and Men:

 

170

His message and Turgon’s response refusing to obey the commands of Ulmo are accompanied by a complex web of previous stated themes: 143, 4. 152, 59 (here appearing for the first time since Beren and Lúthien), 151, 24, 19, 49, 146, 163, 162, 50 and 35 all are recapitulated and combined in various manners (as demanded by the references in the text) in a passage of 100 bars.  From the thematic point of view this is probably one of the most densely-argued sections of the score.  Turgon’s final refusal (19) is followed by his departure from the stage as 146 slowly dies away and is succeeded by Tuor’s despairing 141. Idril comes forward to comfort him (147 reappearing from the first triptych) and her sympathy blossoms into the first hint of their love theme, an extended development of 125.  Idril and Tuor’s themes combine once more, and the final phrase of the triptych consists of a downward series of arpeggios on recorders which portray Idril’s sympathy:

 

171

 

 

 

 

 

   The third triptych takes place some years later.  The love of Tuor and Idril has blossomed and they are now married.  The prelude to the triptych is therefore a Wedding March, so entitled and equipped with a concert conclusion for independent performance.  The opening is sounded by bells (to be played with a synthesiser if no real bells are available: the only appearance of electronic instruments in the score if various wind and thunder effects are discounted).  The theme of the bells is a repetition in canon at the fifth of 141:

 

172

and the main theme of the March is 142.  This is repeated twice, and then succeeded in the first Trio by 171 at first by itself and then combined with 147.  The sound of the bells returns, and then the main theme of the March, again repeated.  The second trio brings an entirely new theme played initially by the English horn,

 

173

succeeded by a chordal passage like a chorale or hymn,

 

174

and then repeated by the full orchestra.  The bells (172) return before 142 returns played by flute, piccolo and celesta and a final whisper of 173 as the March comes to an end (in the concert conclusion, with a reference to 141).

   In the full version the March leads directly into the extended love duet for Tuor and Idril.  The main theme for this is 125, to which is added its second phrase 52 and an extended development drawn from the use of the same melody in the Ainulindalë symphony.  Tuor sings the melody (which covers 48 bars) first and the whole of the melody is then repeated by Idril, whose voice is heard now for the first time.  The middle section of the duet, referring to the wandering fire, cites 24 before returning to 2, 49, 143, 49 and 2 once again.  The recapitulation of the main theme is again exact, bringing the two voices together in duet and at one point bringing in 21 as a counterpoint.  The duet then ends with a further repeat of 125 and 52, now taking the form that they adopted at the end of The Children of Húrin.  It is noteworthy that this duet draws entirely on previously stated material and introduces no new thematic material of its own.  We are coming to the end of the cycle, and the mood is becoming valedictory.

   The very short eighth scene where Maeglin, tortured by jealousy,  betrays Gondolin to Morgoth, is delivered entirely unaccompanied until the final three bars except for a bass drum roll.  It is strongly suggested that the whole passage should be pre-recorded with acoustics being controlled to give a dead sound suggestive of a tomb.  The only previous thematic references occur at Morgoth’s words What is that to me? (inevitably, 4) and right at the end of the scene, where Maeglin’s theme (158) is given out by the orchestra over the theme of Treason (50).

   The Hymn to Ilúvatar which opens the ninth scene is entirely unaccompanied, scored for six solo voices and chorus in eight parts. It opens with an entirely new theme to the words

Ilu Ilúvatar en káre eldain i fírimoin:

 

175

At various references in the Hymn there are hints of earlier themes woven into the thread of the chant: for Elves they made the Moon (10), but for Men the red Sun (125)...to all they gave in measure the gifts of Ilúvatar (1)...Lovely is Gondobar (173), and finally 175 succeeded by 2 at the words

Man táre antáva nin Ilúvatar, Ilúvatar

enyárë tar i tyel, írë Anarinya queluva?

[What will the Father, O Father, give me

in that day beyond the end when my Sun faileth?]

It is this phrase which is interrupted by the sudden eruption of the orchestra with 4 and 160 as the peaks beyond the Caragdûr are illuminated the sudden flame, and the chorus (to 16) realise that the forces of Morgoth are upon them.  16 is accompanied by the usual diminished fifths (30) and these continue beneath 151 as Turgon, pale and shaken, realises that his pride has brought about the downfall of his City (24).  The harmonies of the Curse of Mandos (19) sound out beneath his fateful words Great is the fall of Gondolin, but Tuor calls out to him (49) that Ulmo will not suffer the City to perish; Turgon however says that all his hope is gone (146), except that the Children (8)  of the One (1) shall not be worsted for ever.  A jagged variant of 146 now sounds out over increasingly clamorous statements of 59 as Turgon bids his people not to fight the inevitable, but to seek safety in flight (24) and to let Tuor have their loyalty (141); he himself will perish with his City (151 followed by and overwhelmed by 24).  Ecthelion (159) seeks to resist his commands, but 30 and 59 now combine and lead back to a full restatement of 16.  Turgon goes slowly up the Tower, looking down on the fall of the City (146 slowly in the minor against agitated repetitions of 59); Idril makes to follow him (147) but is detained by Maeglin (50), whose treachery now becomes apparent.  In the original legend it is told how Maeglin lays hands on the baby Eärendil, who turns and struggles, and a new theme now depicts those squirmings:

 

176

but Tuor (141) quickly rushes forward and struggles with Maeglin  (still 50), casting him over the precipice of Caragdûr as his father before him (160).  Another new theme makes a brief appearance:

 

177

before 16 begins a slow canonic series of restatements as the Orcs begin their final assault on Turgon’s tower.  177 converts itself into a series of wailing shifts of harmony as the chorus describes the fume of the burning and the withering of the Trees (21) as the Balrog rises above the ruins of the City (53 followed by 4).  The battle which follows between Ecthelion and the Balrog is accompanied by a cacophony of themes including 4, 16, 53 and 159, and as the Balrog plunges to defeat in the abyss 53 gives way to a joyous peal of bells (172) and a surging statement of 145.  A sudden quiet descends as an ascending scale slowly rises through the orchestra and a chorus describes the grave:

Then a green turf came there, and a mound of yellow flowers amid the barrenness of stone, until the world was changed.

The chorus croon gently through half-closed lips and a solo violin rises from the depths playing 173 dolcissimo ed espressivo, a lament for the fallen City.  The chorus continue to hum 174 as it is joined by a second solo violin, weaving arabesques around the harmonies, and then as 173 returns over a delicate filigree of string writing.

   As 173 dies away, the chorus’s humming changes to 32 and the Epilogue, The Last Ship, begins.  The movement of 32 is now converted into a quaver movement that laps across the bar-lines without reference to the remainder of the music:

 

178

and as Tuor bids farewell to Idril as he sets sail across the seas, the theme of his opening remarks is paralleled by the strings under a solo oboe lament:

 

179

A distant chorus, singing in Elvish, sing 143 over and over again like a distant chant, and the A-minor-seventh (the key of Ulmo) harmony sustains itself throughout these opening passages of the Prologue with the oscillations of 178 introducing a D into the chord.  179 returns molto espressivo e cantabile, and then eventually 6, which has not been heard since the opening scenes of Fëanor rises through the texture in the unusual combination of flutes, recorders and bassoon.  This leads in turn    through     the   same progressions as heard in the Prelude to Fëanor to 7 and then finally back to 178 and 179 as Tuor goes on board the ship which will bear him to the Blessed Realm (143).

  A faster movement, based on 1, accompanies Idril’s song of farewell to the happy mariner.  Her words are accompanied by 113 on flutes and harp, and this passage derives from the section of my piano rondo Akallabêth which there described the sailings of the remnants of the Fathers of Men to the Land of Gift, Númenor, after the fall of Morgoth in the Second Age.   Whereas the distant chorus in Elvish which accompanied Tuor consisted of female voices, here the chorus is generally male voices; but again they introduce 143 and the harmony remains unchanged until 179 returns once again, this time on solo oboe.

   In the second section of Idril’s lament the male-choir harmonies begin to shift uneasily over the return of 124, and then the female voices join them for the words ellenillor pellar [beyond the stars], to the return of 3.  Idril’s reference to the lost land of the Two Trees brings back 21 and then a full-scale restatement of 33, the theme of Loss, which has not been heard since the sixth scene of Fëanor.

   Finally the full chorus enters with the final section of the lament (to 179), at the same time as the offstage distant semi-chorus continue with their Elvish chant.  Over this the glockenspiel sparkles with constant repetitions of 178.  This in turn dies down as Idril’s voice re-enters for the final four lines, and the oboe dolce recalls the theme of their love duet (125).  The themes which arose in the second triptych as Voronwë described his voyage towards the Blessed Realm return: 164 followed immediately by 165, all over a timpani rhythm of plangent sadness.  Idril’s words are accompanied by the full chorus in octaves singing a monotone E above the timpani rhythm; and then, like sun breaking through the clouds, the distant chorus break out with the final statement of the theme of the Two Trees, 21:

                Man kenuva metim’ andune?

                [Who shall see the last evening?]

and 113, the theme of the ultimately triumphant House of Hador, is sonorously declaimed by the brass.  The voices cease.  164 and 165 return, now delicately spun by the woodwind over harp harmonies, with the timpani rhythms banished to a distant and occasional murmur.  The final phrase to be heard is that with which the whole cycle opened: 1, the theme of Ilúvatar the Father and Creator of All Things.  But it is pppp, and dies away to nothing; the legend grows more distant and ultimately fades.

 
 
In the following analysis of textual sources the following abbreviations are employed: 
    HME   The History of Middle-earth edited by Christopher Tolkien
    S   The Silmarillion   edited by Christopher Tolkien
    UT   Unfinished Tales   edited by Christopher Tolkien  
    MC   lecture included in The Monsters and the Critics   edited by Christopher Tolkien
all references are by volume and page to the original hardback edtions and the texts are employed by permission of the estate of the late John Ronald Reuel Tolkien and HarperCollinsPublishers
 
 

Prologue 

The bidding of the minstrel

                                               

The Curtain rises into darkness: a dim light as of mist on the sea slowly becomes visible

UNSEEN VOICES            

Sing us a tale of Eärendil the wandering,

chant us a lay of his white-oared ship,

more marvellous-cunning than mortal man’s pondering,

foamily musical out on the deep.    

Sing us a tale of immortal sea-longing           

the Eldar once made ere the change of the light,

weaving a wine-like spell, and a burning        

wonder of spray and the odours of night;     

gallantly bent on measureless faring,

ere he came homing in sea-laden flight,         

circuitous, lingering, restlessly daring,             

coming to haven unlooked for at night.         

But the music is broken, the words half-forgotten,      

the sunlight has faded, the moon is grown old,

the elven-ships foundered or weed-scathed and rotten,

the fire and the wonder of hearts is grown cold.           

Who now can tell, and what harp can accompany

with melodies strange enough, rich enough tunes,

pale with the magic of cavernous harmony,

loud with shore-music of beaches and dunes? 

The song I can sing is but shreds one remembers

of golden imaginings fashioned in sleep,       

a whispered tale told by the withering embers

of old things far off that but few hearts keep.   [adapted from The bidding of the minstrel, HME Volume 2 page 270]              

The scene darkens and the sea mists vanish; through the darkness is heard a voice

The voice of ULMO   Now shalt thou go to Gondolin, Turgon; and I will maintain my power in the vale and all the waters therein, so that none shall mark thy going, nor any find there the hidden entrance against thy will.  But love not too well the works of thy hands and the devices of thy heart; and remember that the true hope of the Elves lieth in the West, and cometh from the Sea.    [adapted from Of the Noldor in Beleriand, S page 125]      

 

FIRST TRIPTYCH                                     

 

Scene One

Slowly the scene is revealed: the highest platform of the Tower of the King in the Hidden City of Gondolin

UNSEEN VOICES   And Turgon rose, and went with his household silently through the hills, and passed the gates in the mountains, and they were shut behind him.  But behind the mountains the people of Turgon throve, and they put forth their skills in labour unceasing, and Gondolin became fair indeed.  High and white were its walls, and smooth its stairs, and tall and strong was the Tower of the King.  There shining fountains played, and in the courts of Turgon stood images of the Trees of old.  But fairest of all the wonders of Gondolin were Idril, Turgon’s daughter, that was called Celebrindal; and Aredhel his sister, the White Lady.    [adapted from Of the Noldor in Beleriand, S page 126] 

The light which has slowly been growing now reveals Turgon seated on his throne with Aredhel at his side

But Aredhel wearied of the Guarded City, desiring ever the longer the more to ride again in the wide lands and to walk in the forests; and when years had passed, she spoke to Turgon and asked leave to depart.              

TURGON   Go then if you will, though it is against my wisdom; and I forebode that ill will come of it, both to you and me.

AREDHEL   I am your sister and not your servant, and beyond your bounds I will go as seems good to me.  And if you begrudge me an escort, then I will go alone.

TURGON   I grudge you nothing that I have.  Yet I desire that none shall dwell beyond my walls who know the  way  hither;  and  if  I  trust  you, my  sister, others I trust less to keep guard on their tongues.   [adapted from Of Maeglin, S page 131]      

Aredhel turns away from him with a gesture of contempt, and leaves the hall.  Turgon sinks down into his throne in despair.  At once the stage begins to darken, and increasingly the shadows of a dark and tangled forest are cast across the scene

UNSEEN VOICES   So Aredhel rode abroad, seeking for new paths and untrodden glades; and she walked in the twilight of Middle-earth when the trees were young, and enchantment lay upon it still.    [adapted from Of Maeglin, S page 132]  

                                                                             

Interlude and Scene Two

 

UNSEEN VOICES   But the trees of Nan Elmoth were the tallest and darkest in all the world, and there the sun never came; and there Eöl dwelt, loving the night and twilight under stars.  And so it came to pass that Eöl, the Dark Elf living in deep shadows, saw Aredhel as she strayed among the tall trees, and he desired her; and he set his enchantments about her, so that she draw ever nearer to the depths of the wood.  And when, weary with wandering, Aredhel came to him, he welcomed her and led her into his dwelling.  And there she remained; for Eöl took her to wife, and it was long ere any heard of her again.  And they wandered far together by the light of the sickle moon, or under the stars.  And Aredhel bore to Eöl a son in the shadows of Nan Elmoth, and he called him Maeglin, which is, The Sharp Glance.   [adapted from Of Maeglin, S page 133] 

The lights have indicated the passing of the years.  Eöl now is seen again, standing on the edges of the wood with Aredhel by his side.  Here also now stands the young Maeglin, looking out with yearning beyond the borders of the forest.  As the light becomes stronger it becomes clear that an argument is in progress

EöL   You are of the House of Eöl, Maeglin, and not of Gondolin.  All this land is my land, and I will not deal nor have my son deal with the slayers of my kin, the invaders and usurpers of our homes!

He storms away into the darkness of the forest; Maeglin turns with eagerness towards his mother

MAEGLIN   Lady, let us depart while there is time!  What hope is there in this wood for you or me?  Here we are held in bondage, and no profit shall I find here.  Shall we not seek for Gondolin?  You shall be my guide, and I shall be your guard!    [adapted from Of Maeglin, S pages 134-5] 

She flings her arms around him.  Eöl, returning out of the forest, sees them disappear into the distance and sinks down onto the ground

 

Interlude and Scene Three

The scene slowly changes back to the Tower of Gondolin as in Scene One, with Turgon seated on his throne

UNSEEN VOICES   And, driven by anger and despair, Eöl rode hard upon the way that they had gone before; and Aredhel and Maeglin came to the Gate of Gondolin and the Dark Guard under the mountains.

Aredhel and Maeglin are led in before the King; both are dressed in fair and lordly garments and have put aside the travel-worn cloaks               

TURGON   I rejoice indeed that my sister has returned to Gondolin; and now more fair again shall my city be than in the days when I deemed her lost.  And Maeglin shall have the highest honour in my realm.           

ECTHELION [enters the hall below in great haste]  Lord, the Guard have taken captive one that came by stealth to the Dark Gate.  Eöl he names himself, and he is a tall Elf dark and grim; yet he names the Lady Aredhel as his wife, and demands to be brought before you.  His wrath is great and he is hard to restrain; but we have not slain him as your law demands.                          

AREDHEL [aside to Maeglin]  Alas! Eöl has followed us, even as I feared.  But with great stealth was it done; for we saw and heard no pursuit as we entered upon the Hidden Way.—[to Turgon]  He speaks but the truth.  He is Eöl, and I am his wife, and he is the father of my son.  Slay him not, but lead him hither to the King’s judgement, if the King so wills.                                    

Turgon nods his consent to Ecthelion, who gives a signal to his guards.  Eöl is brought in wearing his travelling garments.  Turgon rises from his throne and descends to meet him, extending his hands in token of friendship         

TURGON  Welcome, kinsman; for so I hold you.  Here you shall dwell at your pleasure, save only that you must here abide and depart not from my kingdom; for it is my law that none who finds his way hither shall depart.                                    

Eöl   I acknowledge not your law.  No right have you or any of your kin in this land to seize realms or to set bounds, either here or there.  I care nothing for your secrets and I came not to spy, but to claim my own: my wife and my son.  Yet if in my wife you have some claim, then let her remain; let the bird go back to her cage, where soon she will sicken again as she sickened before.  But not so Maeglin.  My son you shall not withhold from me.  Come, Maeglin son of Eöl!  Your father commands you.  Leave the house of his enemies and the slayers of his kin, or be accursed! 

Turgon turns with enquiry to look at Maeglin, but the latter stands still as if rooted, and makes no sign

TURGON    I will not debate with you, Black Elf.  By the swords if the Eldar alone are your sunless woods defended.  Your freedom to wander there wild you owe to my kin; and but for them, long since you would have laboured in thraldom in the pits of Angband.  And here I am King, and my doom is law.  This choice only is given to you: to abide here, or to die here: and so also for your son.         

Eöl stands long without word or movement, while a still silence falls upon the hall.  Suddenly he throws back his cloak and brings forth a javelin

Eöl  The second choice I take, and for my son also!  You shall not hold what is mine!   

Aredhel springs before Maeglin as Eöl casts the javelin, and the dart takes her in the breast.  Those standing by seize Eöl and hold him fast; Maeglin standing below Turgon looks at his father and remains silent                   

So! you forsake your father and his kin, ill-gotten son!  Here shall you fail of all your hopes, and here may you yet die the same death as I.    [adapted from Of Maeglin, S pages 136-8] 

    Ecthelion leads Eöl to the back, and they cast him over the precipice behind the throne which rises sheer above the    

    valley.  Many others bear the body of Aredhel away; Maeglin alone remains, looking out over the vale below.  Idril

    comes to him, and touches him by the hand; Maeglin draws back in surprise and looks into her eyes.  Idril starts back

    slightly, and then, recovering herself, follows after Aredhel’s bier.  Maeglin remains alone, looking after her.  The

    Curtain falls

 

 

SECOND TRIPTYCH                                                

 

Prelude and Scene Four

   The scene opens into the mists as in the Prologue

UNSEEN VOICES   Huor the brother of Húrin was slain the Battle of Unnumbered Tears; and in the winter of that year Rian his wife bore her child in the wilds, and he was called Tuor.  And when Tuor had lived thus in the hills for three and twenty years, Ulmo set it in his heart to depart from the house of his fathers; and at last unawares he came to the black brink of Middle-earth, and saw the great and shoreless Sea.   [adapted from the Quenta Noldorinwa, S page 238] 

The mists part, and a high clifftop is seen looking down over a vast ocean.  On the top of the cliff stands Tuor, and he stretches out his arms as if to encompass the horizon, breathing the sea air

And at that hour the sun went down beyond the rim of the world, as a mighty fire.  And it grew cold, and there was a stir and a murmur as of a storm to come.  And it seemed that a great wave arose, and upon it lay a mist of shadow.  Then, as it drew near and rushes closer, there stood dark against the rising storm a shape of great height and majesty.    [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT page 28]  

The storm now rises even higher, and the shape of  Ulmo rises from the waters above it.  Tuor has remained throughout the foregoing alone upon the cliff with outspread arms; now he sinks in awe to his knees

ULMO  Arise, son of Huor! for now shalt thou walk under my shadow.  Haste thou must learn, for in the fires of Morgoth thy goal will not long endure.

TUOR   What then is my goal, Lord?

ULMO   To find Turgon, and to look upon the Hidden City.  And I shall array thee as my messenger, even in those arms which long ago I decreed for thee.   [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT page 28] 

The shape of Ulmo raises his left hand; and below on the cliff appears a great suit of golden mail and a helm. Tuor raises himself and walks to the cliff, and girds himself            

TUOR    By this token I will take these arms, and upon myself the doom that they bear.  [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT page 27] 

ULMO   But in the armour of Fate there is ever a rift, and in the walls of Doom a breach, until the End.  And now the Curse of Mandos hastens to its fulfilment, when all the words of the Eldar shall perish.  The last hope alone is left, the hope they have not looked for and have not prepared.  And that hope lieth in thee; for so I have chosen.   

TUOR  Then shall Turgon not stand against Morgoth, as all yet hope?  And of little avail shall I be, a mortal man alone among so many and valiant of the High Folk of the West.

ULMO   It is not for thy valour along that I send thee, but to bring into the world a hope beyond thy sight, and a light that shall pierce the darkness.  Go now, lest the Sea devour thee!  And I will send one to thee out of the storm, and thus shalt thou be guided.        

TUOR  I go, Lord! yet now my heart yearneth rather to the Sea.  [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT page 29]                           

Ulmo raises his right hand, and the storm crashes forward onto the land.  Tuor clambers back to the top of the cliff, while the shape of the Valar vanishes into the darkness.  The storm rages across the scene with increasing violence, and Tuor crouches down beneath its fury.  In the distance it appears that a ship is driven forward onto the rocks and founders.  Slowly the storm dies down and a cold dawn steals quietly across the shore.  Tuor rises and looks across the sea, and then calls in a loud voice           

TUOR  Hail, Voronwë! I await you.

VORONWË [a tall dark Elf, clad in a travel-stained cloak, rises from the shore by the wrecked ship and clambers up towards Tuor]  Who are you, lord?  Long have I laboured in the unrelenting Sea; is the Shadow overthrown?  Have the Hidden People come forth?

TUOR   Nay, the Shadow lengthens, and the Hidden remain hid.           

VORONWË  But who are you?  For many years ago my people left this land, and none have dwelt here since.  And now I perceive that you are not of them as I thought, but are of the kindred of men.

TUOR   I am.  And are you not the last mariner of the last ship that sought the West from the Havens?       

VORONWË   I am.  Voronwë son of Aranwë am I.  But how you know my name and fate I know not.

TUOR   The Lord of Waters spoke to me yestereve, and set you hither to be my guide.    

VORONWË   Then great indeed must be your worth and doom!  But whither should I lead you, lord?

TUOR    I have an errand to Turgon, the Hidden King.  There doom will strive with the counsel Ulmo.  Will Turgon forget that which he spoke to him of old: Remember that the true help of the Elves lieth in the West, and cometh from the Sea?

VORONWË [turns away and looks out across the Sea]   Often have I vowed in the depths of the Sea that I would dwell at rest far from the Shadow in the North, where spring is sweeter than the heart’s desire.  But if evil has grown while I have wandered, and the last peril approaches, then I must go to my people.    

TUOR   Then we will go together, as we are counselled.  But whither will you lead me, and how far?

VORONWË   You know the strength of men; yet how think you that I could labour countless days in the salt waters of the sea?   [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT pages 31-33]

But the Great Sea is terrible, Tuor son of Huor; and it works the Doom of the Valar.  Worse things it holds than to sink into the abyss and so perish: loathing, and loneliness and madness; terror of wind and tumult, and silence and shadows where all hope is lost and all living things pass away.  And many shores evil and strange it washes, and many islands of danger and fear infest it.   But very bright were the stars upon the margin of the world, when at times the clouds about the West were drawn aside.  Yet whether we saw  only  clouds  still  more  remote,  or  glimpsed indeed the mountains about the long strands of our lost home, I know not.  Far, far away they stand, and none from mortal lands shall come there ever again, I deem.    [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT pages 35-6]   

TUOR   Mourn not, Voronwë.  For my heart says to you that far from the Shadow your long road will lead you, and your hope will return to the Sea.

VORONWË   And yours also.  But now we must leave it, and go in haste.   [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT page 33]                         

They rise and pull their cloaks about them.  The scene darkens 

                                                                                                                                                                      

Interlude and Scene Five                                                 

A campfire flickers in the darkness.  Tuor and Voronwë are seen huddled over it

TUOR

In a dim and perilous region, in whose great tempestuous days

I heard no sound of men’s voices—in those eldest of days                                 

I sat on the ruined margin of the deep-voiced echoing sea                                         

whose endless roaring music crashed in foaming harmony                                              

on the land besieged for ever in an aeon of assaults

and torn in towers and pinnacles and caverned in great vaults;                                         

and its arches shook with thunder and its feet were piled with shapes                                

riven in old sea-warfare from those crags and sable capes.                                    

Then the immeasurable hymn of Ocean I heard as it rose and fell                                      

to its organ whose stops were the piping of gulls and the thunderous swell;                 

heard the burden of the waters and the singing of the waves                                             

whose voices came on forever and went rolling to the caves;                                             

’twas a music of uttermost deepness that stirred in that profound,                                     

and the voices of all Oceans were gathered to that sound                                                    

when the world reeled in the tumult as the Valar tore the earth                                       

in the darkness, in the tempest of cycles ere our birth;

till the tides went out and the wind died and all sea-music ceased,                                      

and I woke to silent caverns and empty sands and peace.      [adapted from The Horns of Ylmir, HME Volume 4 pages 216-7]               

The campfire dies down.  Slowly a cold and bitter morning dawns.  The camp is pitched below a mountainside.  Voronwë rises and looks out towards the foothills, but Tuor remains huddled in his cloak for warmth        

TUOR  Fell is this frost; and death draws nigh to me, if not to you.  Have I escaped the mouths of the sea, but to lie under the snow?   [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT page 38]

VORONWË  Short is the sight of mortal men!  Here is the mouth of the Dry River, and this is the road we must take. 

They rise and advance slowly towards the mountains; darkness falls about them, as if they had entered a deep cleft                                                        

TUOR   If this is a road, it is an evil one for the weary.

VORONWË   Yet it is the road to Turgon.    

TUOR   Then all the more do I wonder, that its entrance lies open and unguarded. I had looked to find a great gate, and strength of guard.     [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT page 42]                             

VORONWË    It is indeed strange, that any incomer should creep thus far unchallenged.  I fear some stroke in the dark.                                         

ECTHELION [the voice comes from total darkness, and the challenger is not seen]  Stand! stir not! or you will die, be you foes or friends.               

VORONWË   We are friends.

ECTHELION  Then do as I bid.   [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT page 44]

                                                                                                                              

Interlude and Scene Six                                                   

A light is struck in the darkness; Ecthelion is seen holding a lantern and closely inspecting the faces of  Tuor and Voronwë                         

ECTHELION  This is strange in you, Voronwë.  We were long friends.  Why do you set me thus cruelly between the law and my friendship?  If you had led hither unbidden another of the elven houses, that were enough.  But you have brought to knowledge of the Hidden Way a mortal man, and as one of alien kin I should slay him.  

VORONWË   Other shall the wanderer return than he set forth.  What I have done, I have done under command greater than the law of the Guard.  The King alone should judge me, and him that comes with me.

TUOR   I am Tuor son of Huor of the House of Hador and the kindred of Húrin; and these names, I am told, are not unknown in the Hidden Kingdom.   [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT pages 45-6]            

ECTHELION   And you are come to its Gate.  Know then that no stranger who passes it shall ever go out again, save by the door of death.

He holds up the lantern, and a great golden Gate is seen outlined in the darkness        

TUOR   Speak not ill-boding!  If the messenger of the Lord of Waters go by that door, then all who dwell here shall follow him.  Lord of Fountains, hinder not the messenger of the Lord of Waters!     

He raises his hand towards the Gate, which at once swings open before him to reveal the high Tower of Gondolin as in Scene One

ECTHELION [in awe]   Now no further proof is needed; and even the name that he claims matters less than this clear truth: that he comes from Ulmo himself.   [adapted from Of Tuor and his coming to Gondolin, UT pages 50-51]

Turgon enters to meet Tuor with Idril on his right and Maeglin on his left       

TURGON   Rejoice that ye have found the Hidden City, where all who war with Morgoth may find hope.  Gondobar, City of Stone, it is called, and the City of the Dwellers in Stone; Gondolin, the Stone of Song and Tower of Guard.    [adapted from The Fall of Gondolin, HME Volume 2 page 158]                    

TUOR   Behold, O Lord of the City of Stone, I am bidden by the one who makes deep music in the abyss, and  who  knows  the     minds of elves and men: the Days of Release draw nigh.  Therefore I have been brought to you, to bid you number your hosts and prepare for battle; for the time is ripe.                                

TURGON   That I cannot do; for I will not adventure my people against the fires of Morgoth.

TUOR   Hear the words of the Lord of Waters!   The Curse of Mandos now hastens to its fulfilment, and all the works of the Eldar shall perish.  Abandon then this fair and mighty City that you have built, and go down to the Sea.                          

TURGON   The paths of the Sea are forgotten, and the highways faded from the world.  Enough of my people have gone forth into the wide waters never to return, and have perished in the deeps or wander now lost in the trackless shadows.  It may come to pass that the Curse of Mandos shall find me too ere the end, and treason awake within these walls; but only then will they be in peril of fire.  I have spoken.    [adapted from The Fall of Gondolin, HME Volume 2 pages 161-62]

He turns from his throne above the City and leaves.  Tuor alone remains at the front and sinks slowly to his knees, weeping in despair.  Idril comes forward to succour him, and Tuor looks into her eyes; but this time she does not draw back, but seizes his hands in a fervent and loving embrace.  Maeglin, alone at the back of the stage, looks on with a jealous eye

 

THIRD TRIPTYCH                                                                                                                               

 

Wedding march and Scene Seven

The high  Tower of  Gondolin; views stretch out on all sides.  Tuor and Idril stand side by side watching the evening fall.  The room stands empty; Tuor is looking to the west

TUOR     There elven lights still lingering lie    

                on grass more green than in gardens here,

                on trees more tall that touch the sky 

                with swinging leaves of silver clear. 

                While world endures they will not die,

                nor fade nor fall their timeless year,

                as more unmeasured passes by       

                o’er mead and mount and shining mere.       

                When endless eve undimmed is near,

                o’er harp and chant in hidden choir                

                a sudden voice uprising sheer

                in the wood awakes the wandering fire.

IDRIL    With wandering fires the woodlands fill;

                in glades forever green it glows. 

                In a dell there dreaming niphredil    

                as a star awakened gleaming grows,

                and ever-murmuring musics spill;   

                for there the fount immortal flows,                                 

                its water white leaps down the hill   

                by silver stairs.  It singing goes         

                to the field of the unfading rose      

                where, breathing on the growing briar,

                the wind beyond the world’s end blows

                to living flame the wandering fire.   

TUOR     The wandering fire with quickening flame     

                of living light illumines clear             

                that land unknown by mortal man

                beyond the shadows dark and drear              

                and waters wide no ship may tame.               

DRIL      To haven none his hope may  win  

                through starless night his way to steer. 

                Uncounted leagues it lies from here,

                in wind on beaches blowing free      

                ’neath cliffs of carven crystal sheer                

                the foam there flowers upon the Sea.

BOTH    O Shore beyond the Shadowy Sea! 

                O Land where still the Valar be!      

                O Haven where my heart would be! 

                The waves still beat upon thy bar,

                the white birds wheel; there flowers the Tree!

                Again I glimpse them long afar       

                when, rising West of West, I see       

                beyond the world the wayward star,

                than beacons bright in Gondobar    

                more fair and keen, more clear and high.      

                O Star, that shadow may not mar!

                nor ever darkness doom to die.    [adapted from The Song of Aelfwine, HME Volume 5 pages 102-3]       

They embrace deeply.  Slowly the light fades and total darkness covers the scene

 

Scene Eight

Total darkness still.  In that darkness are heard two voices: dead, unechoing, as in a tomb                         

Voice of MAEGLIN   I am Maeglin, son of Eöl who had to wife Aredhel sister of Turgon, the King of Gondolin.

Voice of MORGOTH   What is that to me? 

Voice of MAEGLIN   Much is it to you; for if you slay me, be it speedily or slowly, you will lose great tidings concerning the City of Stone that you would rejoice to hear.    [adapted from The Fall of Gondolin, HME Volume 2 page 168]     

Sudden light falls on the face of Maeglin, possessed with a sharp eagerness.  Slowly this too fades          

 

Scene Nine

The high Tower of Gondolin is once again revealed.  The whole of the force of Gondolin is assembled.  Turgon stands on the steps of his throne with Idril and Tuor below on his right hand, Maeglin below on his left, and Ecthelion and Voronwë below again.  All stand looking at the starlight gleaming on the mountains, and watch towards the east for the first glow of sunrise                         

FULL CHORUS

Ilu Ilúvatar en kárë eldain i fírimoin                     The Father made the world for Elves and mortals

ar antaróta mannar Valion.                                    and he gave it into the hands of the Lords.

Númessier.                                                              They are in the West.

Eldain er kárier Ithil,                                               For Elves they made the Moon,

nan hildin Úranor.                                                  but for Men the red Sun:

Toi írimar!                                                                which are beautiful.

Ilquainen antar annar lestanen Ilúvatáren.       To all they gave in measure the gifts of Ilúvatar.

VORONWË, MAEGLIN, ECTHELION and TURGON                                                            

Ilu vanya, fanya, eari,  imar, ar ilqua ímen.        The world is fair, the sky, the seas, the earth, and all that is in them.

CHORUS             

Írima ye Gondobar.                                               Lovely is Gondobar.              

IDRIL, TUOR, MAEGLIN, VORONWË, ECTHELION and TURGON                         

Nan úye sére indoninya símen, ullume;            But my heart resteth not here for ever;

ten sí ye tielma, yéva tiel are inarquelion;         for here is ending, and there will be an End and fading;

írë ilqua yéva nótina hostainiéva, yallume;      when all is counted and all is numbered at last,

ananta úva táre fárea,  ufárea!                            but yet it will not be enough, not enough.

ALL VOICES     

Man táre antáva nin Ilúvatar, Ilúvatar              What will the Father, O Father, give me

enyárë tar i tyel, írë Anarinya queluva?            in that day beyond end when my Sun faileth?  

[adapted from drafts for The Lost Road, HME Volume 5 page 72] 

Suddenly a red light, as of flames, erupts upon the scene.  But it comes not from the direction of the sunrise but from the north                                    

ALL VOICES   Morgoth is upon us!  [adapted from The Fall of Gondolin, HME Volume 2 page 172]

At once all flee hastily to gather arms.  Turgon remains alone upon his throne with Idril and Tuor  at his side.  Maeglin alone stands apart and brooding

TURGON [pale and shaken]  Evil have I brought upon the City of the Flower of the Plain in despite of Ulmo, and now he leaves me to wither in the fire.  Great is the fall of Gondolin.

TUOR   Gondolin stands yet, and Ulmo will not suffer it to perish!                         

TURGON   Hope is no more in my heart for the City, but the Children of the One shall not be worsted for ever.   

    Many of the people re-enter, fully armed   

Fight not against doom, O my people!   Seek those who may safety in flight, if there be yet time; but let Tuor have your loyalty.                                           

TUOR   Thou art King!     

TURGON   Yet no blow will I strike more.  Let Tuor be your guide and chief.  But I will not leave my City; I will burn with it rather.                     

ECTHELION   Lord, who are we if you perish?

TURGON   If I am King, obey my words; and dare not parley further with my commands!            

ECTHELION   Here then will I make my stand, if Turgon goes not forth!   [adapted from The Fall of Gondolin, HME Volume 2 pages 184-5]  

    He rushes down with many of the others and noises of battle are heard offstage.  Turgon slowly advances towards the

    highest point of the Tower, and stands looking down on the destruction of the City.  Idril makes to move after him, but

    Maeglin moves slowly towards her and seizes her by the arm.  She turns with a look of horror and shrinks back; Tuor

    turning sees them, and rushes on Maeglin.  There is a brief struggle.  Tuor brings Maeglin to the brink of the   

    precipice, and casts him over           

IDRIL [turns to look upwards at the unmoving Turgon, and shrieks]  Ah! woe is me, whose father awaits his doom upon his topmost Tower!

TUOR   Now will I get your father hence, be it from the Halls of Angband!                          

IDRIL   My lord! my lord!   [adapted from The Fall of Gondolin, HME Volume 2 page 187]

There is a sudden burst of flame from below, and Turgon falls into the abyss

UNSEEN VOICES   The fume of the burning, and the stream of the fair fountains withering in the flame of the dragons of the North, fell upon the vale in mournful mists.     

Behind the throne the dreadful shadow of the Balrog arises.  Tuor and Idril turn and flee, when suddenly through the smoke and ruin Ecthelion appears and stands alone confronting the Balrog.  Suddenly he rushes forward and hurls himself towards the Spirit of Flame.  With a great cry both fall to oblivion in the abyss.  With the fall of the Balrog a sudden darkness descends on the scene and the fires die rapidly down

UNSEEN VOICES   Then a green turf came there, and a mound of yellow flowers amid the barrenness of stone, until the world was changed.    [adapted from the Quenta Noldorinwa, S page 243]                           

   Darkness has now totally covered the scene             

                                                                                                

Epilogue   

The Last Ship

The shores of the Great Sea, as in Scene Four.  A dim and misty day, with a shadowy boat seen in the distance.  Tuor and Idril stand alone by the shore

TUOR                                                   

I know a window in a western tower   

that opens on celestial seas;                 

from wells of dark behind the stars     

there ever blows a keen unearthly breeze.         

Its feet are washed by waves that never rest.

There silent boats go by into the West                

all piled and twinkling in the dark       

with orient fire in many a hoarded spark           

that divers won                                       

in waters of the rumoured sun.  [adapted from The Happy Mariners, HME Volume 2 page 275] 

DISTANT FEMALE VOICES

Man kenuva fáne kirya                                 Who shall see a white ship     

Métima hrestallo kira,                                    leave the last shore,

i fairi néke                                                        the pale phantoms

ringa súmaryasse                                           in her cold bosom

ve maiwi yaimië?                                            like gulls wailing?   [adapted from Oilima Markirya, MC 221-2] 

TUOR                   

There sometimes throbs below a silver harp,    

touching the heart with sudden music sharp;    

or far beneath the mountains high and sheer   

the voices of grey sailors echo clear    

afloat amid the shadows of the world

in oarless ships and with their canvas furled,

chanting a farewell and a solemn song;             

for wide the sea is, and the voyage long.   [adapted from The Happy Mariners, HME Volume 2 page 275] 

DISTANT FEMALE VOICES

Man tiruva fána kirya,                                 Who shall heed a white ship,

wilwarin wilwa,                                             vague as a butterfly,

ëar-kelumessen                                            in the flowing sea

rámainen elvië,                                             on wings like stars,

ëar falastala,                                                 the sea surging,

winga hlápula                                              the foam blowing,

rámar sisílala,                                               the wings shining,

kale fifírula?                                                 and the light failing?   [adapted from Oilima Markirya, MC 222]

The shadowy ship draws close into the shore. Tuor embraces Idril, and enters the ship.  At once through the mists the ship sets sail into the Ocean and slowly draws away as Idril stands alone looking after it

IDRIL                                   

O happy mariner, upon a journey far

beyond grey islands far from Gondobar            

o those great portals on the final shores             

where faraway constellate fountains leap         

and, dashed against Night’s dragon-headed doors

in foam of stars, fall foaming in the deep!      [adapted from The Happy Mariners, HME Volume 2 page 275]   

DISTANT MALE VOICES

Man hlavula rávëa sure                           Who shall hear the wind

ve tauri lillassië,                                        roaring like leaves of forests,

ninqui karkar yarra                                   the white rocks snarling

isilme ilkalasse,                                         in the moon gleaming,

isilme píkalasse,                                       in the moon failing,

isilme lantalasse                                       in the moon falling

ve loikolíkuma:                                         like a corpse-candle:

raumo narrua,                                           the storm rumbling,

undume rúma?                                         the abyss moving?   [adapted from Oilima Markirya, MC 222]

IDRIL

While I look out alone behind the moon           

imprisoned in the white and windy tower,         

you bide no moment and await no hour           

but go with solemn song and harpers’ tune       

through the dark shadows and the shadowy seas

to the lost land of the Two Trees,                        

whose fruit and flower are Moon and Sun,       

where light of the earth is ended and begun.   [adapted from The Happy Mariners, HME Volume 2 page 275]   

DISTANT MALE VOICES

Man kenuva lumbor ahosta                   Who shall see the clouds gather,

menel akúna                                              the heavens bending

ruxal’ ambonnar,                                      on crumbling hills,

ëar amortala,                                             the sea heaving,

undume hákala,                                       the abyss yawning,

enwina lúme                                            the old darkness

elenillor pella                                           behind the stars

talta-taltalar                                              falling

atalantëa mindonnar?                            upon fallen towers?   [adapted from Oilima Markirya, MC 222]

Great lights begin the shine through the mists, as of a shower of golden water                               

UNSEEN VOICES                                            

You follow Eärendil without rest,                        

the shining mariner beyond the West 

who passed the mouth of night, and launched his bark       

upon the seas of everlasting dark.   [adapted from The Happy Mariners, HME Volume 2 page 276] 

DISTANT VOICES

Man tiruva rákina kirya                     Who shall heed a broken ship

ondolisse morne                                 on the green rocks

nu fanyare rúkina,                              under red skies,

anar púrëa tihta                                   a bleared sun blinking

axor ilkalannar                                     on bones gleaming

métim’ auresse?                                 in the last morning?   [adapted from Oilima Markirya, MC 222]

IDRIL and UNSEEN VOICES

Here only long afar, in tears of pain,

 glimpse the flicker of the golden rain

that falls forever on the outer seas      

beyond the country of the shining Trees.   [adapted from The Happy Mariners, HME Volume 2 page 276]

DISTANT VOICES

Man kenuva métim’ andúne?         Who shall see the last evening?   [adapted from Oilima Markirya, MC 222]

     As the lights through the mists grow ever stronger, the curtain slowly falls

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