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and sauron always comes into the story....
if i had a nickle for every time a pair in the middle earth legendarium defied a dark lord, saved each other by song, lost a limb, and got rescued by the eagles, i would have three nickles which isn't a lot but it's funny that two of the most queer-coded relationships get paralleled to tolkien's 'ultimate ideal of a romance' couple like this twice it happened thrice
Song of Luthien Tinuviel (2016)
In light of recent interesting discourse about Beren and Lúthien's Silmaril theft, and the Fëanorions' priorities in the lead-up to Nirnaeth and after, I started wondering how things might have changed if B&L had managed to steal two Silmarils rather than one. Would pulling the Union together be harder with only one jewel left to draw focus in Angband?
Then as soon as I thought about it some more, I realised the most inevitable path diverged earlier than that.
Then I started writing a fic, got 400 words in, and realised I wanted to actually figure out what happened first. So here's a half (or potentially a smaller fraction) of a sort of bullet point fic/plan/thing, which may or may not get properly written up later. First I need to work out where to go from here.
Angrist was forged by the greatest of the Dwarf-smiths in the master-workshops of Nogrod. It cuts two Silmarils from Morgoth's iron crown before the blade snaps, and Morgoth stirs in his enchanted sleep.
Beren passes one Silmaril to Lúthien, and they run for it.
Carcharoth still meets them, snarling, at the gate. Beren still holds out a Silmaril to ward him off. His hand still gets bitten off.
But when the Eagles come for them, and Lúthien clambers sobbing onto Thorondor's back, she clasps a Silmaril in her hand.
The Eagles bear them towards Doriath, and the Treelight undiminished shines out over Dorthonion and Gondolin.
In chilly Himring, Maglor is shaken awake from nightmares of fire and smoke by his eldest brother, who drags him out of bed and towards the window. "Look! Is that not a Silmaril that shines now in the North?"
Maglor recognises it, of course. Moreover, he recognises the size and shape of Eagles in flight, even at a distance. Recognises, too, that as often as not they bear doom itself upon their great feathered backs.
(His father's jewel stinging his Oath awake, his brother's emaciated bleeding body wrapped in Fingon's cloak - they all mean failure.)
"Thingol's daughter and the mortal must have succeeded," he says. "What can we do?"
Maedhros and Maglor, you see, are Not Happy with the news out of Nargothrond.
That Celegorm wanted to force an elf-maid to wed against her will, after what they heard befell Aredhel—
That Curufin could turn against his favourite cousin, and betray him to his death—
"I am afraid," says Maedhros, "of what it will make us do. What it will make us become."
"We could ignore it," says Maglor, whose first response is always inaction. "Let it go to Doriath—" But it is hard even to finish the sentence, with the Oath choking his words.
And there is a bigger problem: Celegorm and Curufin, who are sleeping now (it is only Maedhros who can be relied upon to pace the fortress by night), will not do so forever. They have already attacked Thingol's daughter once - will they do so again, before she can pass into the safety of her mother's Girdle?
"We have to get to Doriath before they do," says Maedhros, and wonders when his little brothers became the threat to be outpaced.
"And then what?" asks Maglor, who never shies from difficult questions.
Maedhros gives him one of his quick strange smiles. "This is how it works, you know," he says. "Huan has turned from Tyelko. Tyelpë has repudiated Curvo. It turns you into the worst version of yourself, and then it strips away the best thing you have left."
Maedhros has ridden out to claim a Silmaril before, and lost all of himself in the process.
Maglor, too, has been offered all he ever wanted - his dearest brother, returned to him - and turned away for the sake of the Oath he renewed at his father's deathbed.
They are both afraid of what they could become.
They ride out from Himring anyway, swiftly and secretly, before the dawn.
Meanwhile, Thorondor sets Beren and Lúthien down on Doriath's southern border.
Huan comes to join them, and with the power of the Silmaril, Beren is healed sooner than he might have been, otherwise.
The Quest is fulfilled. Beren has no reason to stay away from Thingol's house.
Instead of wandering in the wilds, the lovers return to Menegroth, present a Silmaril, and promptly get married.
Thingol is very surprised (and overjoyed) to see them; the last news he had of Lúthien was that she had vanished from Nargothrond.
In fact, he's just sent out a couple of messengers, led by Mablung Heavy-hand, with a scathing letter to Maedhros Fëanorion demanding his aid in finding the princess.
North of the Girdle: "Hey, isn't that Maedhros Fëanorion?"
"Sure is," says Mablung, who was at the Mereth Aderthad.
"Hail, Mablung of Doriath!" calls Maedhros, who never forgets a face. "What news from King Thingol?"
Well, there isn't news as such. Just... fury.
Maedhros considers the merits of keeping his cards close to his chest versus the dire diplomatic situation he's currently in, and opts to share what they saw from Himring, and what it bodes for Beren's success.
He decides not to share that Lúthien was definitely with Beren, which he knows because his brothers attacked her.
Maglor is not sure how stopping to chat with an Iathren marchwarden is going to get them closer to a Silmaril, but he isn't in the habit of arguing with Maedhros.
Anyway, before the conversation can wrap up, a marauding werewolf appears.
Right. Carcharoth.
The Iathrim make the sensible call and scramble up some trees. Maglor follows a beat later.
Noldor don't climb trees very often. It isn't one of the skills Maedhros has had cause to practice one-handed.
Not that it matters, because he's frozen where he stands, eyes wide and bright and thoughtful.
This is unusual. Maedhros would not be the most renowned warrior of the Noldor if he were constantly dissociating in the midst of battle.
He saves the dissociation for after the battle, thank you.
The wolf is almost upon him.
Well, thinks Maglor, about time I did some saving for a change.
Maglor is not Lúthien. Does he need to be? He knows enough about madness, and enough about torment. He knows how to sing the suffering to sleep.
He drops down from his perch to begin a lullaby.
Carcharoth slows down when he sings, and comes to a momentary halt, and Maglor takes the time to hiss, "Nelyo, run—"
"They burned him," Maedhros breathes, still with that bright faraway look in his eyes that means he is half-lost in memory. "His hands were black and ruined. No evil thing may touch them."
The wolf lunges.
[I want to kill Maglor off here but I'm a coward. so.]
Carcharoth savages Maglor's leg and he collapses.
That brings Maedhros back to himself.
Mablung and his party aren't heavily armed. They were only meant to be messengers, after all. They get a few shots in at the wolf, who runs off, still maddened.
Maglor isn't moving isn't talking and there's so much blood—
(to be continued)
Fëanor *dissolves into smoke bc the world couldn't handle him*
Vs
Bilbo Baggins "GOODBYE" *disappears entirely*
Fight!!
Czech Tolkien musicals directory || musicals by Falešné společenstvo (False Fellowship)
(Disclaimer: I’ve only watched Beren a Lúthien, Fëanor a jeho synové, Děti Húrinovy, and Pád Doriathu)
Rohirové (Rohirrim) (2015)
The story of Rohan, from Eorl the Young to Théoden and Éowyn. [No captions or translation available.]
Hobit (The Hobbit) (2014) and (2020)
An Unexpected Journey; or: There and Back Again. [No captions or translation available.]
Beren a Lúthien (Beren and Lúthien) (2016)
The tale of Beren and Lúthien, and their quest for the Silmaril. [No captions; translation in progress.]
Aredhel (2017)
Aredhel, from the founding of Gondolin to her death; Maeglin, and his betrayal. [No captions or translation available.]
Fëanor a jeho synové (Fëanor and his sons) (2018)
Fëanor and his family, from the childhood of his sons to his death. [Captioned in English; I am also working on a translation.]
Děti Húrinovy (Children of Húrin) (2019)
The tragedy of Húrin’s family, from his visit to Gondolin to his death. [No captions; currently being translated by @nereb-and-dungalef.]
Pád Doriathu (Fall of Doriath) (2022)
The slow fall of Doriath, from the claiming of the Nauglamír to the deaths of Dior and Nimloth. [Captions in Czech; auto-translate works. No available script, so no translation is in progress.]
not a musical:
Nienor Níniel fan movie - English and Czech
A short fan video about Nienor Níniel.
upcoming Falešné společenstvo projects:
Pád Gondolinu (Fall of Gondolin)
Númenor
list subject to change, updates
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