Scene 6

Gandalf: For several more years, Beren never left Dorthonion. He was a legend, and slew countless orcs. Morgoth had a price on his head as big as the king of elves, Frinrod Felagund. Bu when there was a rumor Beren was coming, orcs fled, despite the prize.

During those lines, Beren silently trails and occasionally kills a band of 5 orcs (a.k.a. Soldiers 1-5).

Gandalf: Eventually, Morgoth deployed so many orcs that he had no choice but to leave. Yet, the only way through was Ered Gorgoroth... The Mountains of Terror.

During lines, orcs double in number and the hunting reverses.

Gandalf: How did he pass? None but Beren know. He never spoke of it, lest he awaken terrible memories...

Beren crawls through and around a series of large rocks, looking terrified or withering in pain.

Gandalf: But he made it, nonetheless. He wandered into the forests of Doriath, and heard beautiful singing...

Scene 7:

Beren watches Luthien dance silently from behind a tree.

Beren (whisper): Who is she? Even though she looks like an elf, I can tell she is more. She is beautiful...

Beren comes out from behind the tree, noticed by Luthien.

Luthien: I know you are a man of greatness. But I am sorry, but we cannot be together, for you are mortal and I am not. I must go.

Luthien slides away from the stage.

Beren: Wait! Don't go! I love you!

Beren collapses as Luthien leaves.

Gandalf: But despite his mortality and initial thoughts, Luthien came to him nonetheless.

Luthien returns.

Gandalf: For a month, they lived happily together. But Beren's chain of mortality was brought to Luthien from their love. Like Beren perceived, she was more than an elf. She was the princess of Doriath. Her father was King Thingol, a powerful elf, and mother Melian the Maia, an angel of sorts. I suppose you could consider her half angel. But one day, Daeron, a minstel of Luthien's father , caught them...

Beren and Luthien dance, but an Elf Knight (Soldier #2) spies on them.

Scene 8:

Luthien kneels before Thingol and Melian's thrones.

Luthien: Father, please, promise me you will not kill him or imprison him!

Thingol: Luthien, you are my most valuable possession, more great than any elf king or prince. I do not want you throwing your life away to some mortal. I know little, but I want you to stop meeting him.

Luthien: Please, just hear him through!

Melian: Thingol, please, give Luthien a chance. She cares greatly for this man.

Thingol: ... Alright. Guards! Bring him in!

Two Elven Knights (soldiers # 3 and 4) walk in, guarding Beren. Beren kneels before King Thingol and Queen Melian beside Luthien. Elven Knights leave.

Thingol: One of servants caught you in the woods, alone with my daughter. Why were you there?

Beren: I met her about a month ago. My name is Beren son of Barahir, last survivor of the kingdom of Dorthonion. You may of heard of me.

Thingol: Yes I have. But no matter how many orcs you may have slain, why were you with my daughter?

Beren: I... wish to marry her.

Thingol: WHAT! Guards, take him away!

Melian: Thingol, your oath!

Thingol glares angrily at Beren for a moment.

Thingol: I will keep my word. You may go. But you can only marry her if... you retrieve a Silmaril form Morgoth's crown.

Melian: You must be joking! There's no way that's possible.

Thingol: Only that will convince me.

Beren rises from kneeling.

Beren: I shall do it. When I return, a Silmaril will be in my hand.

Scene 9:

Gandalf: The Silmarils! The greatest treasure in all of Ea! Those three gems are more powerful than even the One Ring! Long ago, an elven hero... well, he wasn't quite a hero, maybe infamous is the right word... named Feanor, Spirit of Fire, crafted the Silmarils. They contained the light of the Two Trees, greater than the Sun and Moon! But the Two Trees were destoryed by Morgoth, and their remains became the Sun and Moon. Now that they are gone, only the Silmarils have their magnificent light within them. The Silmarils were stolen by Morgoth, which brought Feanor to terrible rage.

He came from Aman, land where the great spirts, the Valar dwelt, and the home of the highest elves, to Middle Earth hunting the Dark Lord. He and his seven sons swore a terrible magic oath, that whoever possessed a Silmaril other than the House of Feanor would be hunted by them until it was theirs... or they died. Feanor was slain laying siege to Angband, Morgoth's greatest fortress, but his seven sons carry on his legacy of fire and the Oath.

For the past few hundred years, the Oath had lay quiet. But Thingol, desiring a Silmaril, had awakened it. He did not realize what he now caused.

Now, the Silmarils sit on top of Morgoth's iron crown, his most prized possession. To take one was to battle to the pits of Angband itself and steal away his greatest treasure from his very head! Yet, Beren took the challenge. No one had yet escaped alive from Angband...

Scene 10:

Beren enters on the right. Elven archers (Soldiers #6-10) hide behind trees and rocks.

Beren: This is the realm of King Finrod Felagund, High King of Elves. The ring I have proves my friendship to him. Supposedly, he lives in a secret city, called Nargothrond. None but its residents know where it is. I can't see them, but his soldiers are probably watching me now.

Beren holds up Finrod's ring.

Beren: Soldiers of Nargothrond, I am friend of King Finrod Felagund. I wish to meet with him.

Elves slowly emerge from their hiding spots.

Elven Archer #1 (a.k.a. Soldier #6): I see you carry the ring, man of House Beor. We shall take you to Nargothrond.