by Jordi Bosch "Vestri", based upon a short story by Lora Bocharova
Illustrations by Manu Ramos "Samus Valalme"
Premiered during Numenor's EstelCon in 2007.
A NOLDORIAN DRAMA IN TWO ACTS
Stage: there are two sides on stage. On the left side, the piece begins with a couch on the floor occupied by Maedhros. On the center of the stage there's a projector screen, at a medium height. The right side of the scene is empty.
Lights: there are three lights. Main light is a golden one, which pretty much illuminates the whole scene. A blue light and a red light are switched with the golden light, showing night scenes or battle scenes.
Maedhros lies on the couch, his back to the audience. He hides his wounded arm, which is bandaged.
Finrod gets in, his face murky. He wears white. Golden light on.
Finrod : Maedhros...
Maedhros: Were you in such haste to see my torment, that you did not even wash your face?
Finrod: Forgive me, for I hasted not enough. Your hand was cut by an Elda's sword.
Maedhros: So, do you like my hand? 'Tis interesting, is is not?
Finrod: Comfort yourself, for the lesser evil was done by someone you loved. Now you are safe from the Enemy.
Finrod takes Maedhros' hand; Maedhros still lies on the floor. Melkor enters the stage, and gets close to Maedhros. Finrod can't see him, but Maedhros reacts.
Melkor: Indeed? Tell me, what thou thinkest! That the Enemy wanted thee dead? Or perchance, he sought to prolong thy anguish?
Is not thy rescue his victory? When he might have hindered thee at his bidding and chose not to? Didst thou forget?
At your whim, thou couldst have left, if only thou hadst renounced thy pride. And now, thou hast no pride left, as it was Fingon
who shed thy blood. Dost thou believe he shed his blood for friendship ? Nay, he did so for love of thee. He despised thy pathetic pride
for he loved thee, and doing so saved thy wretched life. Behold the elf with no pride: what is left to thee but for the love of thy kin?-The kin that is
doomed by the oath?- perchance the love for the friend who showed mercy to thee - or- perchance the love for thy Enemy?
Finrod: Maedhros... (shaking Maedhros by his shoulders) ¡Maedhros! He deceived us all. He smote us one by one! Come what come may, You shall always be our prince our
master and warrior. You ventured into the abyss and endured what none else could! You beheld the Enemy's eyes and yet returned!
And so, with patience, I await the day that you shall rouse yourself again, and lead our soldiers into battle. Do you mark me, Maedhros!
Melkor, who has observed Finrod's speech, smiles and goes straight to the right side of the scene, where he takes seat.
Maedhros: I would not seek a battle with him as I am, nor as I am I shall not stir nor stand. I just wish to be not, and to find respite.
Finrod: The Enemy cares not for our bodies, he mars our souls. Will you surrender? Will you surrender?!
Maedhros: It has been a long time, he possesses me... My hatred, is his love...
Finrod steps back, shocked. He remains so for a few moments, silent.
Finrod: In the sky white and black swans are flying. It matters not what colour their feathers are, for all of them are birds of high flight. Never shall anyone take them for crows.
Note - Scene's text improved with Ninuivor's help.
Projector. An image of an immaculate forest. Lights off, or blue if it is too dark. Melkor, who now is on the right side of the scene, is sitting down, staring the trees in the image.
Maedhros still lies on his couch.
Maedhros: Why, Finrod? Why should it be you that strives to be the voice of my consciousness? You, so fair, so wise.
So empty. You, who fail to fathom anything yet would would still decieve us and have us praise your wisdom, is it you who pretends to save my soul?
But my soul is already doomed. It has ever been since I beheld him for the very first time, there, in the gardens of Lorien...
Maedhros stands up, removes his bandages from the wounded hand and leave them over the couch. He looks at his hand, then walks towards Melkor.
Maedhros: Aiya! I know not your face.
Melkor: I come from afar.
Maedhros: Why is it, that I know not your face? What is your name? Of what house would you be?
Melkor: Too many questions, Nelyofinwë.
Maedhros: Do you know my name?
Melkor: Who knows not the name of thy noble father and those of his sons? What thou hast wrought shineth far brighter than his light! Fortunate are those that may behold the beauty crafted by thy hands.
With confidence, Maehdros sits at Melkor's side.
Maedhros: What are you pondering here, thus alone?
Melkor: I think about flaws.
Maedhros: All beings are marred by them. But for the Valar themselves, for they are free of them.
Melkor: Why, that was the very thought I had conceived. May the Valar err?
Maedhros: (making fun of it) What are you thinking? Why should they err? They are the Ainur, the Holy Ones. Those who know all!
Melkor: Tell me. If a Vala erreth, doth that mean he is no Ainu?
Maedhros: The Vala never err for they are Vala. They are superior to the very existence of failure. They are flawless.
Melkor: But if the Vala erred would he still be holy? what whouldst thou do shouldst thou observe a Vala erring?
Maedhros: That question is uncouth!
Melkor: Aye. Imagine thou that the Valar seldom use their power to see all , for the All, only Eru may perceive. Then, imagine thou that when none of
them was looking, one of them erred.
Melkor: And thus succumbed to error, would he remain flawless and holy yet?
Maedhros doubts, as he doesn't know which answer to give.
Melkor: Art thou afeared to answer aloud?
Maedhros: No. I believe that should a Vala err, then he is neither holy nor flawless.
Melkor: And how wouldst thou look upon such a Vala?
Maedhros: I should respect his might, yet not his words.
Melkor: You prize power... Thy mind is keen... A righteous son of thy father. I thank thee, Nelyofinwë, thou hast relieved me of my loneliness and sorrow.
Maedhros: Call me Maedhros, that is the name I am called by my brothers.
Melkor: I thank thee even more. To call thee by the name that thy mother has given to thee is an honour.
Maedhros: How shall I call you?
Melkor: Melekoire, the living love...
Maedhros: Excuse me... (Confused) Only one is called... Was called...
Melkor: Thou didst not ask my name. Thou didst ask how I wished to be called.
Maedhros: Are you Melkor?
Melkor: Yes, Maedhros. Melkor is what I am called now.
Melkor stands up and leaves Maedhros alone, moving to the other side of the stage.
Note - Scene's text improved with Ninuivor's help.
Maedhros: Sitting under the trees of Lorien, he hunted us down one by one. What a shame! But speaking with him meant falling under his spell. With him, one felt at peace, calm, and knowing he was the most powerful of the Ainur gave more value to his friendship. Because he was humble, simple, close. He was a friend.
The projector goes off. Golden light. We are now at the center of the stage, both characters standing side by side.
Maedhros: You know? I am glad you live here, among us.
Melkor: That's sheer luck, my friend. At the beginning, I didn't wish to live in this place.
Maedhros: Why not? There's so much light, and everything is so easy...
Melkor: Maybe. But on the lands at the other side of the sea our people live as well, surrounded by darkness. They have no teachers such as you do. Sometimes I feel sad thinking about them. I'd like they had your same opportunities...
Maedhros: Sometimes the Valar travel to Middle Earth. Why don't you go?
Melkor: I can not. That's my punishment.
Maedhros: Tell me. Why were you punished?
Melkor: It would be better if you knew not. Trust me, it would confuse you.
Maedhros: I am no child. You can tell me.
Melkor: But if I told you, I doubt you could remain silent without doing a thing. And if my brothers and sisters knew that I had told you... No, it will be for the better that I tell you nothing.
Maedhros: I didn't know the Valar had secrets to us.
Melkor: Tell me, why do you wish to know it, even though you know for sure it shall bring you pain?
Maedhros: Because I crave for knowledge. I wish to know everyting one day. And because...
Melkor: Because you know no one else will tell you?
Maedhros: I dare not asking. I know you commited some fault, and you remain in this place free but under vigilance. That, I cannot understand, and I wonder why.
Melkor: Well, those words you say are true. Although they are only one side of the truth.
Maedhros: To no one shall I reveal the other side, if you tell it to me.
Melkor: Don't you understand? If I tell you, I'll loose my best apprentice... And a friend. Except for you and your brothers, I have no one else. I don't wish to be alone for the rest of Eternity.
Maedhros: You are the only one among the Ainur who has called us friends. The rest of them treat us as a teacher does to his pupil. Just because of that, it's worth the risk. If you are so afraid to loose a friend, I'll make an oath: to follow you forever if you wish so, no matter what is the truth you are afraid to reveal me.
Melkor: Are you eager to make an oath? Even without knowing my faults? Neither you nor your father were there when all that happened. Are you so sure to follow the prisoner of the Valar?
Maedhros: Are you their prisioner?
Melkor: Although my chains are no longer in place, doesn't change the walls which still imprison me.
Melkor: Because I left their circle. Because I chose by myself, getting away from the Song. I got away to live among those who live in the darkness, far from this Blessed Land, unaware of Eru's grace. I wished to be with them, to show them the world, and prepare them for the arrival of the Second Born...
Maedhros: The Second Born?
Melkor: It is as you are listening, Maedhros. Eru fated them to be your servants, your apprentices. But that role of master is now possessed by my brothers and sisters. And they fear the day the Second Born arrive! Because on that day, it is destined you become their masters, and they shall be your apprentices, and then the Ainur won't have anyone to teach. They won't be masters of anything or anybody. And that's why they keep you on these shores, ignorants on you fate on Arda.
Maedhros: That is impossible...
Melkor: I am not the only one living imprisoned in this place. Has any of your kin ever abandoned these shores? Has anyone returned to Middle Earth?
Maedhros: Can't we go, if we wish so?
Melkor: Ask the Valar. If they let you ask.
Maedhros: No. I trust you, master.Thank you, master.
Melkor: Thanks, Maedhros...
Melkor leaves the stage
Monologue - Blue light
Maedhros: The world that Melkor was opening to me was both great and fearful, full of riddles and secrets. His knowledge was great and hidden, and in him we discovered power to be princes of the land. But a prince cannot rule over a land with a master. And so, the feeling to go back to Middle Earth was already in place.
>> And then, he planted the seeds of discordance. In our pride we didn't realize it, and he taught us his most important teaching: envy. We envied our brothers. We envied our kin. We envied the creating hands of our father, crafters of the Silmarilli, a creation higher than any our hands could ever create. He taught us envy at its highest. Blinded by his strength, we saw nothing. We began to compete among us, just by sheer envy. Envy to be favoured by our father. Envy for the right to be his first apprentice. And thus, we didn't see his deception when he spoke us about envy from others.
Red light adds to the blue light.
Melkor comes back on stage, in a hurry.
Melkor: Maedhros, listen to me. Even to my ears something terrible has arrived.
Maedhros: What happens?
Melkor: It is Fingolfin. He is too proud. He asked Finwë, father of your father, to declare him his legal heir. To him! The Second Born! He claims Fëanor, your father, sees nothing beyond his forge, and wishes to know of nothing else.
Maedhros: What is this foolishness? That's incredible!
Melkor: Fëanor's glory grows day by day after his unsurpassable deeds. He is envious, that's all. Your father, not only is he the Elder one, but far more gifted than Fingolfin. But envy is a black feeling, and if you don't stop him, who will?
Maedhros: And so, I was the one who did. I warned my father, who didn't trust Melkor's words. And the planted seeds bloomed as the bitter flowers of conflict. Believing Fingolfin had weapons, we forged weapons. And our kin, seeing our weapons, forged theirs. And I, secluded in the forge, got far from those I loved. I got far from Fingon...
>> From all the pain caused by that dispute, the greatest one was getting far from him. We had grown together. I felt my cousin Fingon closer than any of my younger brothers. But he was Fingolfin's primogen, as I was Fëanor's, and we were for our fathers before friendship.
>> The dispute that split our fathers grew, and with it we were separed. In the end, the weapons danced their macabre dance, and even though no one died on that day, it was my father the one exiled. Because Fëanor was a Fire Spirit, and that made him always act openly.
>> With my father we went into exile. And he discussed with Melkor, forbidding him entrance to our home. Finwë, father of our father, came with us. And finally, the Valar decided to put an end to that situation by calling our father to reconcile with his brother. He didn't wish so, but the command of the Valar should be obeyed. That's why he just brought with him his younger sons.
Maglor is sitting over the couch, or over some seat. He plays an arp, or a lute / guitar / string instrument. Only blue light.
Maedhros: What do you think about Melkor and the Valar?
Maglor: That's not my business.
Maedhros: Have you ever talked to Melkor?
Maglor: More or less.
Maedhros: So you have.
Maglor: How could I say this... Melkor mainly has spoken to me about poetry, and in many things he is right. But there are things in his words I cannot accept.
Maedhros: Like what?
Maglor: The balance between reason and feelings in a song. What should rule over the other? He set the pain as an example. Pain can be felt, and so, it can be sung. Or hostility; or the doubts about the Creator's justice. According to him, what's important is not the theme, but the talent mixed with personal experience. But I don't believe that.
Maedhros: You may think so, but I believe he knows what he's talking about.
Maglor: Of course I know! And I have my own self-esteem, and I want to keep my own opinion... But then, I imagine how Finrod will be listening to his words. Our Finrod, the bard who has never sung yet a decent song in his life...
Maglor draws his instrument and mocks.
Maglor: Od, dear... A string just broke. I'll fetch another one.
He goes out from the stage. Maedhros picks the instrument and examines it. Maglor comes back, agitated.
If the projector is screening a black screen, the blue light can be unlit and leave the place in shadows to simulate an effect of darkening just when Maglor comes back to the stage.
Maglor: Maedhros! There is darkness outside!
Maedhros: Darkness? Where is dark? How is it dark?
Maglor: Outside! There is no light! Everything lies in darkness!
Maglor runs away from stage quicly. Maedhros is left alone for a few moments.
Maedhros: Outside, he awaited us. The Enemy, forever from that day. Finwë, father of our father, barred his steps.
Red light. We hear wolfs howling. Melkor enters the stage, wearing black. Maglor is on the floor, unconscious. Melkor is in the middle of the scene. Finwë stands before him, blocking his exit from the stage on the right side.
Melkor: Where are them?
Finwë: Go away from our home!
Melkor: Where are the jewells?!
As Maedhros stares from the left side of the stage in disbelief, Melkor turns to him and raises a hand. Maedhros can no longer move, and falls on his knees, filled with dread.
Melkor: Stop there, my little puppet.
Finwë: Free him!
Melkor: Give me the jewels, and I will.
Melkor turns back to Finwë, raising his hand, and the lord steps back until his back reaches a wall. Melkor advances, slowly, with his hand risen.
Finwë: You will never touch my son's jewels.
Melkor: The belong to me. I taught your son their craftmanship.
Finwë: That is a lie.
Melkor: Are you afraid?
Finwë: I do, as your face is disgusting.
With his arm risen, Melkor reaches Finwë's neck, and surrounds it.
Melkor: What is disgusting in my face?
Finwë: It's not a face to visit someone's else home.
Lights out. Finwë lies dead on the floor now.
Melkor: Farewell, my apprentice. We shall meet again...
Red light. Finwë is dead on the floor. Maedhros reaches him and embraces his dead body.
Maedhros: Finwë... Finwë! Grandfather!
Maedhros stands up and lets Finwë on the floor. He moves to the other side of the stage, so Finwë can leave. Maglor goes back to his original sitting place.
During the monologue several scenes will be projected: Oath of Fëanor, Kinslaying, Losgar, Battle in Beleriand, Last Stand of Fëanor, and Death of Fëanor. That last one will remain on for the rest of the scene, with a dead body lying on the floor.
Red light during all the monologe. Sound of battle from the beginning it is mentioned.
Maedhros: On that day I discovered the difference between the power of an Elda and that of a Vala. None of them had never used their strenght against one of us. And none of use knew death. But Melkor played with us, teaching all the sides of his nature. On our behalf, he grew stronger in the eyes of his brothers and the Creator himself.
>> Shame and rage destroyed me from within, looking for an exit, and for that reason all my father did afterwards appeared as justified to me. I was the first one to repeat after my father "Morgoth! May you are doomed!" I was the first one to repeat his Oath. My wold shattered and became black. I hated myself. I hated myself because he didn't love me. I hated my discovery about knowing I had nothing to be loved for.
>> We ran away from Aman's coasts to get revenge. To recover what was stolen. And those things greeted us to battle. Since we began forging weapons, they never knew rest. Aman gave us farewell with the blood of our kin, and Beleriand greeted us with the blood of our enemies. Death surrounded us, it was everywhere. It seemed like it had awaited during centuries to erupt violently, looking for an exit through us.And it hit our father, who died as he lived: surrounded by flame, so alive as those of the burned ships wich left behind Fingolfin's people. I myself, drunk as I was, set fire on many ships. And I abandoned him. I abandoned him.
Blue light adds to the red light.
Maedhros: Maglor, what's happening to us?
Maglor: We are doomed by the Master of Fate. And his doom acts quickly.
Maedhros: What will happen to us? What will remain of us?
Maglor: We shall keep our Oath. Now, you are the head of our lineage.
Maedhros: I am your Lord, now...
Maglor: And now, you have no right to die. Because no Lord will come out of me. I am nothing but a singer.
Maedhros: Nothing but a singer... And our father was nothing but a jeweller.
A messenger from the Enemy enters the stage. He is within a cloack which hides his strange body.
Messenger: Noble princes of the Eldar. I bring a message from my Lord.
Maglor: A message? We shall hear no message, but your Lord's surrender. Our father is dead, but his courage has brought us to the very walls of Angband. Your Lord shall fall. It is only a matter of hours.
Messenger: My Lord recognized the power of the Eldar, and is eager to negotiate his surrender.
Maedhros: Tell him I shall come, and I myself will speak to him.
Maedhros perform a leave gesture, and the messenger nods and exits the stage.
Maglor: What's in your head, brother? Are you going to trust the Enemy and go meet him?
Maedhros: I trust not the Enemy, and I wish to treat him as he deserves. I shall go to the meeting, yes, and I will confront him alone. But as he draws near, all my warriors will come from their hiding places. And so, we shall either capture or slay him.
Maglor: Very well. Take my warriors with you.
Maedhros: Thank you.
END OF FIRST ACT - LIGHTS OUT
Darkness. Sound of battle, cries, agony. The sound fades away.
Red light. Melkor stands on a side of the stage. Two servants raise Maedhros, who is lying on the ground, and help him to get to his knees.
Melkor: My dear friend, I am happy to let you know you are the only survivor. When your horse goes back to your camp, your brothers will perform a wonderful funeral in your honor. Maybe I'll concede them my grace, and let them cry for you before launching my attack... What do you think? Is it worthy I give them a moment of peace for their mourning? Would you like that?
Maedhros: You, traitor! You didn't come alone!
Melkor: Neither did you. Now you are almost as I am! And you belong to me...
Maedhros: Slay me.
Melkor: Why, my magnificent apprentice? Why should I slay you, after such a wonderful present? Is it not you not only lost your best warriors, but the finest in your House? The most valiant? Such a generous feast for my beasts, who shall delight with their guts!
Maedhros: Slay me. Or you shall regret it.
Melkor: No, Maedhros. During too much time I was a guest in your lands! Now, it is time to give back my debt in hospitality. You are now my honoured guest. You shall not die. Not today. Your being is sacred. Welcome to my lands.
The projector ligths on. Image of the fortress of Angband, in its full splendor. The servants take Maedhros away.
Darkness. The image moves back to a detailed image of inner Angband. The servants re-enter dragging Maedhros and leaving him on the floor.
Maedhros is on the ground. Projector off. Blue light.
Moments of wait. Two servants get into scene.
Servant#1: Our Lord, Master of the North and all of Middle Earth, sends us to ask if the goodnes of the Lord of the Eldar would be high enough as to honor him with his presence.
Maedhros remains silent, shocked. The two servants look one another, also disconcerted.
Servant#1: Answer us, oh great Lord.
Servant#2: He's event more stupid than what I heard.
Servant#1: No, he remains silent out of pride.
Servant#2: No, he remains silent out of weakness.
Servant#1: No, he remains silent out of fear.
Maedhros: Go away!
Servant#1: We can't, great Lord. Our master will punish us if we bring him no answer.
Maedhros: Tell him to rot alive.
Servant#1: Oh! Can this be the High Tongue of the High Elves?
Servant#2: No, you probably heard wrong. Not even the orcs speak in that way when they share their rotten meals.
Servant#1: Oh, great Lord. Please, repeat your words, because my friend and me are confused.
Maedhros: What does your master want of me?
Servant#1: Don't you see? And you said he was stupid!
Servant#2: Forgive me, I was too fast in judgement... Our master... Oh dear, I forgot what he ordered us to tell you!
Servant#1: Fool of a head! How would you?
Servant#2: I learned his words by heart. It took me such a long time... But then, our great Lord mentioned something abour rotting alive, and I forgot. It is horrible!
Servant#1: What are we going to do? What are we going to do? The Master shall throw us away as raw meat to the wolves!
Servant#2: He shall impale us!
Servant#1: He shall cook us slowly!
Servant#2: Please, have mercy on us, great Lord! Don't you remember what we told you when we first entered the room?
Maedhros: Leave me alone!
Servant#1: Oh, you are so cruel!
Servant#2: You have no heart!
Maedhros: You deserve it.
Servant#2: You! You are as cruel as our Lord... You really are his best apprentice!
Both servants make a great reverence, and laugh mockingly. They leave.
A servant enters the stage and leaves a jar with water and a bowl with food. Maedhros wakes up in his prison. He smells the food, but it is so disgusting he leaves it on its dish. He sips the water, and has to hold the revulsion to swallow it.
A new wait. Maedhros tastes the food out of despair. He falls to the ground, his stomach aching, unconscious. Eldineth enters the stage, covered in a cloack but hiding her face and body. She starts kissing his feet, kneeling at his side. The red light is added to the blue one.
Eldineth: My beloved... My divine prince! At last fate gives me happiness! I see Aman's light in you!
Maedhros: Who are you? What are you doing?
Eldineth: I am your wife, melethron!
Maedhros: I have no wife.
Eldineth: Now you do.
Eldineth tries to embrace Maedhros, who steps back disgusted when he sees her closer.
Maedhros: Who did you that?
Eldineth: It was the Enemy's spell... The spell can be undone, but only if a prince of the Eldar kisses me.
Maedhros: That's nonsense!
Eldineth: No, no melethron; that's the truth. I have waited for so long this very moment! I am the daughter of the Lord of the Forests, who rules beyond the Blue Mointains. I am beautiful, and pure, but the Enemy maculated my body... I had no hope to ever see a prince of the Eldar! But here you are!
Maedhros: What is your name?
Eldineth: Eldineth. “The bride”, melethron.
Maedhros: Forgive me, Eldineth... But to us, beyond te sea, a kiss is a token of love.
Eldineth: And I love you. I've waited for you all my life!
Maedhros mumbles something in a low, deep voice, with repulsion.
Eldineth: What happens? Am I ugly? But is that my fault?
Maedhros: I don't love you. That's what happens.
Eldineth: Well... I won't ask you to marry me. But please, free me from this spell, give me back my lost beauty... It's just a kiss...
Maedhros: That's impossible!
Eldineth: Only one kiss, my prince! Don't leave me to my ugliness! Or must I wait the Enemy captures another prince from the West?
Maedhros: I hope not...
Eldineth takes Maedhros' hands and makes him surround his neck with them.
Eldineth: If you cannot save me, then slay me! I want to die by your hands! The hands of someone I love, melethron!
Maedhros is shocked.
Eldineth: I beg you! Do no abandon me!
Maedhros at last concedes, and kisses her. In that moment, the two servants enter.
Servant#1: And you said they couldn't do a thing while in captivity.
Servant#2: Who could have known? You can't... Before trying.
Servant#1: Where do you have the wedding rings?
Eldineth starts laughing with hysteria, getting away from Maedhros; she rises in majesty, but it's a retorted one when she goes to her "true" form.
Maedhros: Don't touch me!
Eldineth: His love gave me back my true appearence. And he can help you too. Come on, go get him!
The servants jump toward Maedhros, who reacts violently by pushing them away. Filled with anger, he takes Eldineth by her neck and strangles her to death. Both servants panick as Maedhros kills her. Then, he falls to the ground unconscious, absolutely tired. Lights out.
Maedhros should witch his dress for one identical to the one worn by Melkor. This scene, he lies on the bed.
The two servants enter from the other side of the scene. Blue light. They come closer to him little by little, cautious, while they speak. At the end of their speech, they'll be over Maedhros, almost over him both reverently and assaulting him.
Servant#1: Is he awake?
Servant#2: No, he still is unconscious.
Servant#1: No, he is sleeping... He is so beautiful!
Servant#2: No one has a hair as beautiful as his!
Servant#1: No one has a presence as great as his!
Servant#2: No one has his hands as blessed as his! When he punishes us with them, we'll be so happy!
Servant#1: When he kills us with them, we'll feel so much pleasure!
Servant#2: How will his voice be? I am sure as harmonius as an harp!
Servant#1: How will his eyes be? I am sure brighter than the stars, and deeper than the lakes!
Servant#2: Oh, I want to hear his voice!
Servant#1: I want to see his eyes!
Servant#2: I want to touch his hair!
Servant#1: I want to touch his skin...!
Maedhros gets on his feet all of a sudden, screaming a "Go away!"
Maedhros: Go away!
Servant#1: Command us, oh Master!
Servant#2: We are here to serve you! Do not make us go away!
Servant#1: We are here to adore you!
Maedhros: I don't need you!
Servant#2: But we, but we need you. You are so beautiful!
Servant#1: Your voice is so beautifil!
Servant#2: Not like ours!
Maedhros: Shut up!
Servant#1: Yes, scream to us, but speak!
Maedhros: Leave me alone.
Maedhros stands up and begins to push them away.
Servant#2: Yes, hit us, we deserve it!
Servant#1: Slay us, for being ugly!
Servant#2: But do not abandon us!
Servant#1: Do not abandon us!
Servant#2: Do not abandon us!
Maedhros steps back, his hands covering his own face. He falls over the bed, sitting, broken, while the servants keep their assault.
Servant#1: Command us, oh Master!
Maedhros: Take me before Morgoth.
Servant#2: Who is that one, Master?
Servant#1: What do you mean? Master?
Servant#2: There's no one we know by that name!
Servant#1: Oh my, he will punish us now!
Servant#2: And he will send us away from his side!
Maedhros: Take me before Melkor!
Both servants shut up, bow before Maedhros, and exit the stage laughing with hysteria.
Bright light. A focus over Melkor would be the best. He wears an iron crown.
The servants come with Maedhros, and are left on the bed's side of the scene. If possible, the bed should go out. Melkor is over a throne, or on his feet. The servants will be on the floor, postrated in adoration and humiliation. Maedhros will be kneeled by them before Melkor before they humiliate themselves.
The scene will result in this little positioning:
Servants humiliated - Maedhros kneeling - Melkor on his feet or on his throne
Melkor: Greetings, my apprentice.
Maedhros: I wish to talk with you, Enemy.
Melkor: I'm listening.
Maedhros: The jewels of my father don't suit you.
Melkor: You want them, don't you?
Maedhros: That, I will not negate.
Melkor: I can make you have them.
Maedhros: I'm don't trust you, but I'm eager to listen.
Melkor: If I well remember, while you were still a young fool elf, you made an oath in Aman to be by my side wherever I went. I accepted, and now it is time to accomplish that oath.
Maedhros: Everything has changed now. We are enemies, and I owe you nothing.
Melkor: Really? But you are not my enemy. You've been amusing me all this time. You are one of the few - for now - imprisoned in my fortress, and you are the most noble of them. All Angband has heard of your doings, expectant, almost holding their breath.
Maedhros: I am still your prisoner, and you can read my captivity as you wish.
Melkor: As I wish? Was it me the one who felt repulsion against a poor maid who asked for so little? Was it me who humiliated his servants? Who hit them? Who killed them happily? In many deeds you have bested me, and now I cannot hold my delight!
Maedhros: You are nothing but a liar! Morgoth!
Melkor: Maedhros... If you, over these jewels which see all renew you loyalty once more, I shall give your freedom back. And I shall let you sit here, on my throne, and wear my crown. That is, of course, if its weight isn't too much for you. And of course, you shall be able to see your father's jewels any time you wish. On my crown, that is.
Maedhros: That is impossible. I have an oath. I won't have another.
Melkor: You know you shall never kill me. Not me. I cannot die. Wouldn't it be easier to accomplish your oath at least in that way?
Maedhros: I cannot accept the price you ask.
Melkor: Well. In that case, just promise you shall never raise your sword against me, and I'll let you free to go wherever you wish.
Maedhros: I will not. I don't wish to fall into any trap with a double sense in my relationship with the Enemy of my people.
Melkor: Do you hate me that much?
Maedhros: It's not hate. It's void.
Melkor: Oh dear, this is even more than what I wanted! You, like me, at last fully understand what being cursed means. I could never understand how an Oath can be more precious than the life of your whole kin, who is eager to die before it can ever be accomplished. Because it won't be accomplished. Accept it, Maedhros. Your place is by my side!
Melkor: Things which resemble come together in the end. Didn't you wish to be at my side all this time, since the jewels came into my posession?
Maedhros: I don't know who I wanted to bewith, either with you or with the stones. Fate has brought you together. But now, I know clearly that I am free from you!
Melkor: And they said clarity of mind comes from Varda Elbereth! I believe you need some fresh air. You are not as good as a speaker as I thought, and now I doubt I'll want to speak with you again. Your soul is now like a read book. There's nothing interesting or great in it. It's full of disappointments, regrets, helplessness. Your mind is empty. Right now, there's just one thought left in you: to resist. You have given me all you had. Servants, take this No One's Lord and hang him from the highest of the Thangorodrim.
Servant#1: How do you wish that, Master? Hanged by his hands? Hanged by his feet? Hanged upside down?
Melkor: Hang him from his right hand. Because it was the hand he raised against me. It is the strongest one, so he'll resist longer.
Servant#2: With chains? With clippers? By the rock's bottom? Below the ice? On the summit?
Servant#1: On the inner side of the mountain? On the outer side?
Melkor: The outer side, the outer side... I'm sick of seeing him. Farewell, Maedhros!
Maedhros spits on the ground. Melkor exits the stage filled with fury.
The servants "hang" Maedhros on the left side of the stage.
Maedhros: And there they abandoned me, below Thangorodrim's summit, tied up with mighty chains to its walls. In my heart I thanked the Enemy for leaving me alone, in peace, alone with the sky. There his voice could not be heard, nor the fierce screams of his servants. Only the wind sang with empty flutes over the stones, and far away from me I could see some birds flying high. Below my feet there were clouds, which surrounded me with their wet embrace. I could not see the ground. Only the fog untill the horizon.
>> Suddenly, the skies lightened with a white pale light, and I saw from afar how from amongst the summits of the mountains a ship filled with Telperion's light arose. The clouds below me were feared with hundreds of tender shadows, and they also shone with silver.
>> I cried with happiness.
"First sunrise" on the projector.
>> And when soon afterwards it was Laurelin's golden flower which arose over the mountains, for the very first time since I left Aman I thanked the Valar. I know my prayer never reached their ears. The Doom of Mandos repelled any try to reach the Blessed Lands. But I did not care. I knew I was dying, and I needed to thank someone by being able to die surrounded of such beauty. Because in the new celestial body I recognized the fire spirit which fueled my father. And to him I sang. Soon I would join him.
Maedhros goes away from the side of the stage, and comes to its center.
Pau Casals' "The song of the birds" (El cant dels ocells) is sung, maybe with a chelo or a violin. Here is its quenya translation (courtesy of teacher Eleder).
Íre ceninte ortaina
analta calma aina
i filici líresse
I alta tára soron
hlápula arta i coron
lírala linde taura
quente "Yesus na nóna
tulle ho Ambaróna
ture aserye i saura"
Quente i aiwe rína
"Meryale lóme sina
alassea ná lóme"
I ambale ar i lindo
quenter yando ho indo
"Valin nanye sinome"
Note: attached you can find the song performed by my wife. Cello by Gloin, recording by Narnaron. It's a quenya translation of a traditional catalan song, by professor Eleder of the Numenor Autonomous University, philology department - the same one who composed the song about the Bear and Maiden Fair tht George Martin praises in the dedicatories of his Dance with Dragons!
Fingon enters the stage from a side. Maedhros is singing, looking at the other side. None of them can see the other, as they are back against back. When the song ends, they are close, touching their backs.
This scene is a "mirror scene" from Eldineth's one, so Maedhros will repeat some of the key sentences from the monstrel.
Red and blue light.
Fingon: Maedhros! At last I can see you!
Maedhros: Fingon? Fingon! Is that you?
Fingon: Yes, it is me! We have crossed the Ice! As soon as I knew of you, I came to your rescue!
Maedhros: Do not try to reach me, Fingon! Where is your father?
Fingon: He is with your brothers! They made a truce! And they believe you dead! But in my heart, I knew otherwise! I came here to your rescue!
Maedhros: This side of the mountain is polished as a mirror! You cannot reach me, Fingon!
Fingon: A trick from Morgoth? Well, he is a fool if he really believes that will prevent me from climbing!
Maedhros: Fingon, stop it! You have a bow, right?
Fingon: Yes, you are right! Hold on... And speak to me!
Fingon searches for a way to climb, but he can't find it.
Maedhros: Stay where you are!
Fingon: Hold on! Everything will be allright!
Maedhros: Shoot me. Now!
Fingon: What did you say!
Maedhros: Do not be afraid... I shall thank it to you all my life, beyond the sea... By the coasts of Aman, prince... It's just a shot. No one is as skilled with the bow as you!
Fingon: Maedhros, you are insane! No one is as brave as you! No one apprecietes friendship as you!
Maedhros: Be quiet! You cannot save me! Shoot me! I want to die by your hands! The hands of someone I love!
Fingon: Shut up!
Fingon gets desperated. He draws his bow, puts an arrow on it, and points to the empty side of the stage.
Fingon: There has to be another way... Manwë Allmighty, Father of the Winds! Return reason to him or help my hand!
An eagle cries. Darkness. On the projector, Manwë's eage shows up, and both Maedhros and Fingon move to a stage's side, getting away from the image's path.
When light returns (red and blue), we see Fingon standing next to Maedhros. He tries to shake the chains in vain.
Fingon: Morgoth, be damned!
Maedhros: I beg you, Fingon! Do no abandon me!
Fingon: Do not think like that, not even for a moment! Morgoth, be damned!
Maedhros: Do no abandon me!
Fingon: Forgive me, my friend!
Fingon draws his sword. Lights out. A sword clashes. Fingon goes out of the stage.
Blue light. We go back to the initial scene, with the bed. While he makes the closing speeck, Maedhros gets back his bandage in place.
Maedhros: Can you see it now, Finrod? You cannot understand my imprisonment. Your empty wisdom knows nothing of his power. Of his poison. Of my darkness. I am black, now. I am only a black swan who stamps in a pond. I shall lend my crown to my uncle Fingolfin. Everything began with that lie. It is right it ends the same way: with Manwë's eagles leading our fate. Saving our kin. Because I have nothing left. Nothing but the black feathers of hate. Because I am only a black swan, and now I know I will never be an eagle. My hate is his love.