Paul Corfield Godfrey's "The Silmarillion, Part Three: The Children of Hurin" Demo Recording

Following upon hearing the beginnings of the successful results of "The Fall of Gondolin" we found ourselves awaiting our singers' availability to come and lay down their vocals.  They are all very busy professionals, and committing the time needed often required planning weeks in advance.

The orchestral parts of "Beren and Luthien" were inputted whilst recording of vocals was going forward on "The Fall of Gondolin" and the speed with which it was inputted was remarkably faster than the previous trial and error.  We decided that it would be logical to carry on and input the next piece, "The Children of Hurin", so that two projects could run concurrently, at different paces and would mean that there would be less down time waiting for the availabilities of singers. 

The Piece

"The Silmarillion Part Three: The Children of Hurin" is composed for thirteen characters, full chorus and orchestra.

The characters are as follows (in order of singing):

 

Morgoth, the enemy (Bass): Laurence Cole

Húrin Thalion, Lord of the House of Hador (Spoken): Julian Boyce

Túrin, his son (Tenor): Simon Crosby Buttle

Morwen Eledhwen, wife of Húrin (Mezzo-Soprano): Helen Greenaway

Saeros, a councillor of Doriath (Tenor):

Mablung of the Heavy Hand, a Captain of Doriath (Bass): Stephen Wells

Beleg Cúthalion, a Captain of Doriath (Baritone):

Gwindor, a Lord of Nargothrond (Baritone): Julian Boyce

Finduilas, daughter of the King of Nargothrond (Soprano): Emma Mary Llewellyn

Glaurung, first and greatest of dragons (Bass):

Niënor, daughter of Húrin (Soprano): Angharad Morgan

Dorlas, a woodsman of Brethil (Tenor):

Brandir, Lord of the men of Brethil (Baritone)

Chorus of unseen voices and peoples of Doriath, Nargothrond and Brethil: Angharad Morgan/Emma Mary Llewellyn/Helen Greenaway/Simon Crosby Buttle/Julian Boyce/Jasey Hall

It is written in nine scenes plus a prologue and epilogue, a breakdown of which I add below. (Coloured text indicates that these sections have been recorded and are awaiting final edits and mixing)

First Triptych

Prologue (5 minutes):

The prologue consists of an opening scene depicting Morgoth cursing Hurin's family and banishing him to a peak from where he can witness their woe.

Interlude and Scene One (10 minutes):

The Chorus (SSAATTBB) describe the state of Hurin's family in his absence.  The pregnant Morwen and their son, Turin, discuss Hurin's absence.  The Chorus (SSAATTBB) reflect upon Morgoth's malice.  Morwen decides to send Turin away to Doriath for his protection.  She bids him farewell. 

Interlude and Scene Two (14 minutes):

The Chorus (SSAATTBB) describe the birth of Nienor, Turin's passing into Doriath and his growth there.  Saeros teases Turin by insulting his mother.  The Chorus (SSAATTBB) sing of Turin's punishing his mother's mocker.  Mablung tries to stop Turin but is too late, Saeros has leapt to his death.  Mablung tries to persuade Turin to seek the KIng's judgement.  Beleg approaches to tell Mablung the truth of the encounter.  The Chorus (SSAATTBB) sing of the beginnings of Morgoth's curse upon Turin.   Mablung and Beleg sing of the pardon of Turin and Beleg is gifted the black sword Anglachel and leaves to find Turin and bring him back to Doriath.

Interlude and Scene Three (12 minutes):

The Chorus (SSAATTBB) describe Beleg's journey and discovery of Gwindor.  Gwindor tells Beleg of Turin's capture by Orcs and the two go in search of him.  The Chorus (SSAATTBB) sing of the storm and the approach of Beleg and Gwindor upon the unconscious Turin.  Turin is awakened as Beleg tries to free him and, mistaking him for an Orc, Turin takes Anglachel from Beleg and slays him.  The storm climaxes as Turin realises his mistake.  Gwindor tells Turin that he is to return to his home, Nargothrond, and his love Finduilas.  Turin asks if Gwindor has heard of Hurin and he tells him of the rumours of him and the curse upon his kin. 

Second Triptych

Prelude and Scene Four (20 minutes):

The Chorus (SSAATTBB) announce the arrival of Turin in Nargothrond.  Gwindor and Turin discuss the ever oncoming assault of Morgoth and the relative safety of Nargothrond.  The Chorus (SSAATTBB) tell of the welcome of Finduilas and of her falling for Turin.  Finduilas talks to Turin of his past but he withholds his name from her.  He tells her that Nargothrond must stand against Morgoth if it is to survive.  Gwindor has turned cold towards Turin, whom he sees as stealing his love from him.  Gwindor tells Finduilas Turin's name and past.  Finduilas tells Gwindor that she loves Turin but knows that Turin does not love her in return.  She tells Turin that she knows his name and he chastises Gwindor for bringing his curse back upon him.

Interlude and Scene Five (7 minutes):

The Chorus (SSAATTBB) sing of the marching out of the forces of Nargothrond, the death of Gwindor and their defeat and destruction by the dragon Glaurung.  Finduilas is captured and taken away to her death.  Glaurung teases a bereft Turin with information of his mother and sister.

Interlude and Scene Six (8 minutes):

The Chorus (SSAATTBB) sing of Morwen and Nienor's arrival and subsequent departure from Doriath in search of Turin.  Nienor tells her mother that she will not stay behind alone while Morwen searches for Turin.  Mablung, accompanying the pair, reflects upon the foolhardy nature of the cursed family.  The Chorus (SSAATTBB) describe the ladies approach of Nargothrond, their separating and Nienor coming upon Glaurung.  Glaurung bewitches Nienor and removes her memory.  She runs away in fear and confusion.

Third Triptych

Prelude and Scene Seven (13 minutes):

Orchestral prelude.  Turin, still searching for Finduilas, is discovered by Dorlas.  Dorlas tells Turin of his discovery of the dying Finduilas and where she is laid to rest.  Brandir challenges Dorlas, asking him why he has brought the cursed man among them.  Turin renounces his name and kin taking the name Turambar.  Dorlas knows who Turin really is, but agrees not to share the information.

Interlude and Scene Eight (10 minutes):

The Chorus (SSAATTBB) open the scene.  Dorlas discovers Nienor.  The Chorus (SSAATTBB) sing of her memory loss.  Turin names her Niniel.  The two fall in love, marry and she is quickly with child.

Scene Nine (27 minutes):

The Chorus (SSAATTBB) sing of the passing of time. Then, as the people of Brethil praise Turambar the Black Sword, Brandir warns of the approach of Glaurung.  Turin and Dorlas agree to go after the dragon and attempt to slay him.  Brandir does not approve and Nienor begs Turin to not go.  Turin consoles her and leaves.  Turin and Dorlas approach their prey and Dorlas falls to his death.  Turin slays Glaurung.  Nienor and Brandir approach the body of the dragon in search of Turin.  Glaurung uses his last breath to return Nienor's memory and tells her of Turambar's real identity.  Nienor, unable to live with the horror and grief, throws herself to her death in the river.  The Chorus (TTBB) search for Nienor.  Brandir describes what has transpired.  Turin approaches and Brandir tries to tell him the truth.  Turin does not believe him and ultimately slays him.  Mablung approaches and congratulates Turin for slaying the dragon.  He tells him of the loss of his sister and mother into the wild and Turin realises the truth.  Turin begs his sword to end his life and the sword replies (Chorus AATT) that it will gladly for the wrongful slaying of Beleg and Brandir.  He throws himself onto the sword and dies. 

Epilogue (5 minutes);

Hurin is freed and comes upon the body of his son with his wife weeping over itMorwen dies of grief.

For more information and analysis please visit the composer's website (link at the bottom of this page)

The Libretto

Texts are employed by permission of the estate of the late John Ronald Reuel Tolkien and HarperCollinsPublishers for use by Paul Corfield Godfrey.

 

The libretto for this work is compiled from the following sources:

The Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales (all edited by Christopher Tolkien).

Prologue 

 

The Curtain rises on a scene in total darkness. Out of this unlight the comes a gignatic voice, hugely amplified and seeming to come from all around the auditorium. 

MORGOTH 

I am the Elder King, who was before the world and made it; the shadow of my purpose lies upon it, and all that is in it bends slowly and surely to my will.

                                                            

A sudden beam of light illumines the blackness.  Pinpointed by this beam, Húrin is seen standing totally alone,

proud and defiantly erect.

 

MORGOTH  

But upon all whom you love my thought shall weigh as a cloud of doom, and it shall bring them down into darkness and despair.  Wherever they go, evil shall arise.  Whenever they speak, their words shall bring ill-counsel. 

Whatsoever they do shall turn against them.  They shall die without hope, cursing both life and death.

          

HÚRIN [standing proudly erect]  

You speak in vain. 

For you cannot see them, nor govern them from afar; not while you keep this shape, and desire still to be a King visible upon the earth.

MORGOTH  

Yet I may come at you, and all your cursed house; for you shall be broken on my will, though you all were made of steel.

               

Húrin sinks abruptly to his knees, as though felled by a sudden swordstroke.

 

MORGOTH   

The shadow of my thought shall pursue them, even to the ends of the world.

      

HÚRIN [bowed, but still defiant]  

You are not the Lord of Men and shall not be, though all Earth and Heaven fall in your dominion. 

Beyond the Circles of the World you shall not pursue those that refuse you.

MORGOTH  

Beyond the Circles of the World I shall not pursue them.  For beyond the Circles of the World in Nothing. 

But within them they shall not escape me, until they enter into Nothing.

                             

HÚRIN [hardly breathed, prostrate]  

You lie...

MORGOTH  

You shall see, and you shall confess I do not lie!

          

The section of the stage on which Húrin lies prostrate rises rapidly to a great height; here he will remain throughout

the action.  

 

MORGOTH   

Sit now there! and look out upon the lands where evil and despair shall come upon those whom thou lovest.  

And with my eyes shalt thou see, and with my ears shalt thou hear;

and never shalt thou move from this place until all is fulfilled unto the bitter end.

         

The voice ceases.  Húrin alone remains, unmoving on his pinnacle of rock. 

                                                                                                                 

Interlude and Scene One                                 

 

Slowly light spreads across the remainder of the stage; as it does so the blinding light on Húrin abates somewhat,

although his gaze remains fixed on the action.  On the remainder of the stage there stand two other rocky monoliths

in the form of a gateway.

 

UNSEEN VOICES  

Morwen the wife of Húrin remained alone, silent in grief.  Her son Túrin was yet young, and she was again with child. 

The Easterlings came into the land; they dealt cruelly with the people of Hador,

robbed them of all they possessed and enslaved them.                               

 

The light has now disclosed a bare and windswept hillside, upon which the gateway stands; all else is shrouded in mist.  Beneath the stones of the gateway are seen standing Morwen with her son Túrin; they remain awhile motionless, until Túrin suddenly starts to pace angrily to and fro.

TÚRIN  

When will my father come, to cast out these ugly thieves?  Why does he not come?

 

MORWEN  

I do not know.  It may be that he is slain, or that he is held captive;

or, again, it may be that he was driven far away, and cannot yet return through the foes that divide us.                                       

 

TÚRIN  

Then I think that he is dead; for nothing could keep him from coming back to help us, if he were alive.

 

MORWEN  

I do not think that either of these things is true, my son.

 

Both remain motionless, brooding in silence.

UNSEEN VOICES  

Who knows now the counsels of Morgoth?  Who can measure the reach of his thought,

who sat now, a  Dark Lord upon a  Dark  Throne in the north, weighing in his malice all the tidings of the earth?

Morwen stirs suddenly from her brooding, and turns with impatience towards her son.

MORWEN  

And yet he does not come; so you must go, and go soon.  

 

TÚRIN  

Go?  Whither shall we go?  Over the mountains?        

 

MORWEN  

Yes, over the mountains, away south.  But I did not say we, my son.  You must go, but I must stay.

 

TÚRIN 

I cannot leave you; I will not leave you!  The heir should stay in Húrin’s house to guard it!              

 

MORWEN [bitterly]  

The heir should stay!  To be a thrall?  If you wish to be a man, you will do as I bid, and take heart!  

I will follow you, if things grow worse...and if I can.                                          

 

TÚRIN  

But how will you find me, lost in the wild?

 

MORWEN  

I know whither you are going; and if you come there, and if you remain there, I will find you, if I can. 

For I am sending you to Doriath, to the court of the Elvenking Thingol and of his great Captains,

Mablung of the Heavy Hand and Beleg Cuthalion.

 

Túrin covers his eyes and appears to weep.

 

MORWEN

It is hard, Túrin my son.  Not hard for you only.  It is heavy on me in evil days to judge what is best to do. 

But I do as I think right; for why else should I part with the thing most dear that is left to me?

                    

Túrin embraces his mother with sudden violence.  Then he turns away from her and advances slowly towards the very front of the stage.  The increasing light on his face shows the agony in his expression.  Morwen, standing within the gateway, grips the posts of the door with whitening knuckles.

             

TÚRIN  

Morwen, Morwen, when shall I see you again?

At once total darkness engulfs the door where Morwen still stands.  Túrin remains unmoving at the front of the stage; his father watches motionlessly from his raised pillar far above.

  

Interlude and Scene Two

 

During the following, shadows flit across the rear of the stage like sunlight shafting through leaves.       

UNSEEN VOICES  

And Morwen gave birth to her child, the daughter of Húrin; and she named her Niënor, which is, Mourning. 

But Túrin, passing through great perils, came at last to the Girdle of Doriath.

 

The gradually increasing light shows that the lintel posts have been transformed, and now resemble the trunks of forest trees.

 

UNSEEN VOICES

And there he was befriended by Beleg Cuthalion;

and he grew fair and strong, but he was touched with sorrow, filled with fear for his mother and his sister,

and grew in grimness of heart and great anger.

Túrin at the front of the stage turns with a gesture, so that his back is towards the audience.

SAEROS

Are all the women of Hithlum wild and loveless, uncouth and unkempt as their cast-off sons?

UNSEEN VOICES

Now Saeros, one high in the counsels of the King, begrudged to Túrin the honour he received; and he waylaid Túrin,         

    

The play of shadows at the rear of the stage reflects the narrative of the chorus.            

 

UNSEEN VOICES

But Túrin overcame him, and set him to run naked as a hunted deer through the woods.

TÚRIN  

Morwen! now shall you mocker pay for his scorn!

     

As he enters into the shadow-play individual characters are seen: the fleeing Saeros and, in the further distance, other Elves led by Mablung.

MABLUNG  

Hold, Túrin, hold!  this is Orc-work in the woods!

               

TÚRIN  

Orc-work in the woods for Orc-words from a thrall!   

 

The fleeing Saeros has turned back towards Túrin, but at this moment he falls headlong to the ground.  Túrin comes quickly behind him; but Saeros is dead.  At the same time Mablung comes swiftly forward.  All remain motionless. There is a long tense silence.

 

MABLUNG  

The King must judge these deeds.

TÚRIN  

If the King were just, why choose a heart of malice for his friend?  I abjure his law and his judgement.                        

 

MABLUNG  

One death is enough.  I bid you return with me, as a friend.  When the King learns the truth, you may hope for pardon.

  

TÚRIN  

I refuse your bidding.  I will not seek pardon.  I will go now where the King’s doom cannot find me.              

 

MABLUNG  

Fare free! for that is your wish.  But well I do not hope for, if you go in this way. 

A shadow lies on your heart.  When we meet again, may it be no darker. 

                                                   

Túrin turns scornfully away from them and passes swiftly from the stage.  Mablung turns to his companions.                         

MABLUNG

How shall we harbour one who scorns the law, or pardon one who will not repent?

BELEG [suddenly appears from the shadows at the back of the stage]

Lord, may I yet speak?

 

MABLUNG  

You come late.                          

 

BELEG  

Truly, Lord; but I was delayed.  I sought the truth... 

All turn towards Beleg; he begins silent to explain the actions of Saeros and Túrin.

UNSEEN VOICES  

Then all was searched and told; but the net was cast over Túrin, and he was enmeshed in it, and led away.

 

MABLUNG  

Such fault as can be found in Túrin the King pardons, holding him wronged and provoked. 

But where can he be found? for he has left our land, and the world is wide.

                         

BELEG  

He shall be found; for if he lives or walks still abroad, I shall find him, though all others fail.

MABLUNG  

At this parting, Beleg Cuthalion, ask for any gift, the King will not deny it to you.

BELEG  

I ask then for a sword of worth.  I choose the blade of Anglachel.

        

MABLUNG  

There is malice in that blade.  It will not love the hand it serves; neither will it remain with you long.

                        

BELEG  

Nonetheless I will wield it while I may. 

I will seek Túrin if I can until I find him, and bring him back to Doriath; and gladly will I welcome his return. 

For I love him well. 

He turns to follow Túrin; darkness envelops the scene.

  

Interlude and Scene Three

 

The darkness which has covered the stage is lit by fiery flashes, as of a distant but slowly approaching thunderstorm.

 

UNSEEN VOICES  

So Beleg departed from Doriath, following the track of the Orcs;

and as he passed by night through the land he came on one who lay asleep at the foot of a great dead tree.

                              

In the increasingly steady illumination one of the great pillars can once more be discerned; it now assumes the form of a massive dead tree, overhung with ivy and moss.  The scene remains but dimly visible in the intermittent flashes of lightning; all is dark, still and brooding.  Through the murk Beleg Cúthalion approaches; he sees Gwindor unconscious at the foot of the tree.  He bends over him, rousing him solicitously.

 

BELEG  

My friend, my friend, who are you?  What fate has brought you to this terrible place?

    

GWINDOR  

I name myself Gwindor son of Guilin, that lord of Nargothrond whom Morgoth captured,

escaped by secret tunnels known only to myself, thus spent and bewildered in the mazes of this forest. 

But as I lay and lurked among the trees I saw a great company of Orcs passing northwards;

among them was a man whose hands were chained, and they drove the man onward with whips.   

 

BELEG  

That is Túrin, whom I seek; and whom I will release.

               

GWINDOR  

You will but join the man in the torment that awaits him!

Beleg has already hastened away, and makes no response.  The storm grows steadily closer and the thunder is now clearly heard.  In the lightning flashes Túrin himself can now be seen, chained to the other pillar of the stage.

UNSEEN VOICES  

The storm rode up out of the west; and lightning glittered on the mountains far away. 

When all in the camp were sleeping, silently in peril they entered in;

and found Túrin, and carried him out to a thicket of sharp thorns a little way above. 

 

The action proceeds as described by the chorus.  

 

UNSEEN VOICES

And now the storm grew very near.  And Beleg drew his sword Anglachel, and with it he cut the bonds that bound Túrin;

but Túrin was roused into a sudden wakefulness of rage and fear.

                                             

TÚRIN  

The Orcs are come again to torment me!  Give me the sword!

 

UNSEEN VOICES  

And slew Beleg Cuthalion, thinking him a foe.

       

Túrin stands, with the sword Anglachel in his hands, looking down at the body of Beleg while the storm and lightning crash and flash upon the scene.

UNSEEN VOICES

And in the lightning he looked down on Beleg’s face. 

The face of Túrin suddenly lights up with recognition and horror.  The storm reaches its climax; Gwindor turns away and crouches down with his hands over his eyes.  Húrin on his pillar reaches out his hands towards his stricken son, and again remains motionless.  A long pause, while the storm slowly dies down.  Gwindor rises and approaches Túrin cautiously.

TÚRIN   

Who are you?                     

 

GWINDOR  

A thrall escaped, whom Beleg met and comforted, who once was Gwindor son of Guilin,

and now returns to Nargothrond where Finduilas daughter of the King awaits me. 

There I may forget my captivity in Angband.      

 

TÚRIN  

Then you have seen Húrin of the House of Hador, the warrior of men?               

 

GWINDOR  

I have not seen him. 

But rumour of him runs through Angband that he still defies Morgoth; and Morgoth has laid a curse upon him and all his kin.

 

TÚRIN  

That I well believe.

          

Gwindor slowly picks up the sword Anglachel, placing it in Túrin’s hand; and leads him slowly out.  Húrin, on his pillar, allows his arms to drop once more loosely to his side.  The lights fade and the Curtain falls.

 

Prelude and Scene Four

 

The Great Gate of Nargothrond extends across the width of the stage.  Beyond the Gate, to the back, lies the darkness of the Hidden Caves; before it, there is sunlight and the road leading from the refuge.  The Gate is here reached by a stone-wrought bridge which, it is suggested, spans the mighty river flowing past the Gate to the front. At first the scene is shrouded in darkness, and the voices of Elven women are heard.  The lights rise; across the bridge come Túrin and Gwindor.  They halt on the bridge, turning into the sunlight.

          

UNSEEN VOICES  

Thus did Túrin come to Nargothrond.

  

GWINDOR  

All is well now.  Our enemies are still surprised, and afraid.  And still good days lie before us...for a while.                             

 

TÚRIN  

And what then?                  

 

GWINDOR  

Winter.  And after that another year, for those who live to see it.    

 

TÚRIN  

And what then?                  

 

GWINDOR  

The wrath of Angband.  We have but touched the fingertips of the Black Hand...no more.  It will not withdraw.

            

TÚRIN  

Yet victory is victory, however small, not is its worth only in what follows from it. 

Better is it to win a time of glory, though it be short-lived; for the end shall be no worse.

 

GWINDOR  

Petty victories will prove profitless in the end.  In secrecy alone now lies any hope; until the End come.   

 

TÚRIN  

You speak of secrecy, and that therein lies the only hope;

but could you ambush and waylay every scout and spy of Morgoth to the last and least,

yet from that he would learn that you lived and guess where. 

Though mortal men have little life beside the span of the elves, they would rather spend it in battle than fly or submit. 

The defiance of Húrin Thalion is a great deed; and, though Morgoth slay the doer, he cannot make the deed not to have been. 

Even the Lords of the West will honour it; and is it not written into the history of the world, which neither Good nor Evil can unwrite?  

He and Gwindor turn and pass through the Gate into Nargothrond.  Darkness descends on the scene, and the passage of time is suggested.

 

UNSEEN VOICES  

And Finduilas daughter of Orodreth the King knew them and welcomed them;

but her heart was turned from Gwindor, and against her will her love was given to Túrin.

Túrin and Finduilas are seen, walking before the Gate.

        

TÚRIN  

I had a sister once, or so I called her; and of her you put me in mind. 

But she was a yellow flower in the green grass of spring; and had she lived she would now perhaps be dimmed with grief. 

But you are queenly, and as a golden tree; I would I had a sister so fair.

                  

FINDUILAS  

But you are kingly, and yet grave; I would I had a brother so valiant. 

And I do not know your true name; but I will call you Thúrin, the Secret.

TÚRIN 

That is not my name; and I am not a King.

 

FINDUILAS  

Your heart and mind are elsewhere, by rivers in springs long past.

 

TÚRIN  

Do not let the words of Gwindor fright you. 

He has suffered in the darkness of Angband; and needs all solace, and longer time for healing.

FINDUILAS  

I know it well.

                            

TÚRIN  

But we shall win that time for him!  Nargothrond shall stand! 

Never again will Morgoth the craven come forth from Angband, and all his reliance must be on his servants. 

They are the fingers of his hands; and we will smite them, and cut them off, until he draws back his claws.  Nargothrond shall stand!  

Again there is darkness across the stage, and the light suggests the further passage of time.  Gwindor stands on the bridge, looking out across the river.  Túrin comes quietly behind him.

  

TÚRIN 

Gwindor, dear friend, you are falling back into sadness; do not so!

for your healing will come in the houses of your kin, and in the light of Finduilas. 

Gwindor looks at him but makes no reply.

TÚRIN 

Why do you look at me like that?  Often your eyes have gazed strangely at me of late; how have I grieved you? 

I would that we were one in mind; for to you I owe a great debt, and I shall not forget it.

GWINDOR  

Will you not?  Nonetheless your deeds and counsels have changed my home and my kin. 

Your shadow lies upon them.  Why should I be glad, who have lost all to you?

Once again darkness.   The lights rise to disclose Gwindor in converse with Finduilas.

GWINDOR  

Daughter of the King, let no grief lie between us; for though Morgoth has laid my life in ruin, you still I love. 

Go whither love leads you; but beware!  A doom indeed lies upon this man, as seeing eyes may well see in him; but a dark doom. 

Enter not into it! and, if you will, your love shall betray you to bitterness and death.  For hearken to me! 

Though he be indeed of secret birth, his name in Túrin, the son of Húrin whom Morgoth holds in Angband

and whose kin he has cursed.  Doubt not the power of Morgoth Bauglir!  Is it not written in me?

FINDUILAS  

Your eyes are dimmed, Gwindor.  You do not see nor understand this thing that is here come to pass. 

For I love you, Gwindor, and I am ashamed that I love you not more; but I have taken a love yet greater, from which I cannot escape. 

I did not seek it, and long I put it aside.  But if I have pity on your hurts, have pity on mine:

for Túrin son of Húrin loves me not, nor will.  He also needs solace, and is bereaved of his kin. 

He seeks me out, and sits long with me, and comes ever more glad away; you both have your needs. 

But what of Finduilas?—if any of us three be faithless, it is I!  And what of your doom and rumours of Morgoth? 

What of death and destruction? 

For Túrin is mighty in the tale of the world, and his stature shall reach further in some far day to come. 

He is proud, but he is merciful.  He is not yet awake, but still pity can ever pierce his heart, and he will never deny it. 

Pity maybe shall be the only entry.  But he does not pity me.  He holds me in awe, as were I both his mother and a Queen!

UNSEEN VOICES  

Cast the stones of your pride into the loud river, than the creeping evil may not find the Gate.

Túrin comes from the Gate in haste, and in full armour.  Finduilas runs to his side.

FINDUILAS  

Túrin son of Húrin, why did you hide your name from me? 

Had I known who you were, I should not have honoured you less; but I should better have understood your grief.

TÚRIN [to Gwindor] 

You call my doom upon me, from which I would lie hid!

  

GWINDOR  

Your doom lies in yourself, not in your name.

 

Darkness descends across the stage.

 

Interlude and Scene Five

 

Flashing fire and smoke flicker in the darkness, growing ever and ever more impenetrable.

 

UNSEEN VOICES  

Then the warriors of Nargothrond went forth; but greater far was the armament of Morgoth,

and none but Túrin could long withstand the approach of Glaurung.                                         

 

In a sudden burst of flame the mask of Glaurung, as a great golden dragon, is seen.

 

UNSEEN VOICES

On that day all the pride and the host withered away, and Gwindor son of Guilin was wounded to the death;

and even as Túrin sped back in search of Finduilas, the dreadful sack of Nargothrond was achieved.

Through the mist and wreck the Gate of Nargothrond is seen, in ruin and destruction.  Túrin strides across the bridge with drawn sword.  In the murk are dimly discerned shadowy figures bearing away the spoil and captives out of the caves behind the Gate.

TÚRIN  

Finduilas!  Finduilas!  Finduilas!

     

UNSEEN VOICES            

Leaves fall from the trees in a great wind.  The autumn passes to a cold winter.

GLAURUNG [suddenly appears through the Gate] 

Hail, son of Húrin!  Well met!...Evil indeed have been all thy ways, son of Húrin. 

Slayer of thy friend, thief of love, captain foolhardy, betrayer of thy kin!

            

Túrin stands still, seeing himself as in a mirror misshapen by malice, and loathing that which he sees. More captives  are brought from the Gate; among them is Finduilas.

                                             

FINDUILAS [being dragged rapidly away] 

Túrin!  Túrin!  Túrin!

        

UNSEEN VOICES            

He may not stop his ears against that voice that will haunt him hereafter.

           

Túrin starts to himself, drawing his sword, and leaps at Glaurung who draws himself swiftly backwards and higher, as if rearing to strike.

 

GLAURUNG  

If thou wilt be slain, I will slay thee swiftly.  But small help will that be to Niënor or Morwen. 

No heed didst thou give to the cries of the elf-woman.  Wilt thou deny also the bond of thy blood? 

Glad shall thy father be to learn that he hath such a son; as learn he shall

.                      

Until this moment Húrin has been again motionless upon his pillar; now, as before, he raises his hand as if in supplication towards his son.  Túrin, as if bereft of his own will, turns abruptly away and rushes across the bridge as if in pursuit.  It begins to grow dark and mists arise from the river.

 

GLAURUNG            

Haste thee now, son of Húrin! or never shalt thou see Morwen again,

and never shalt thou see at all Niënor thy sister; and they shall curse thee.

Darkness has already shrouded the scene; the fires of Glaurung disappear into the mist.

Interlude and Scene Six

 

The mists continue to swirl across the stage and totally obscure the scene.  Through the mists which shroud the stage Morwen and Niënor are seen wearily stumbling.  They are intercepted by Mablung, together with a small company of guards. 

 

UNSEEN VOICES  

Then Morwen was distraught, and she rode forth with Niënor into the wild to seek her son, or some true tidings of him. 

And Mablung was sent from Doriath to guard them, bidding Niënor to return with him.

NIËNOR  

Mourning you have named me; but I will not mourn alone for father, brother, mother. 

But of these you only have I known, and nothing that you fear not do I fear.

        

MORWEN  

What then would you do?

         

NIËNOR  

I go with you; I go where you go. 

Rather to Doriath, for reverence of those who rule it; but, if not, then westward to Nargothrond. 

Indeed, if either of us should go on, it is I rather, in the fullness of strength.

MORWEN  

I go on, as I have purposed.  Come you also; but against my will.

   

She turns away, and Niënor follows her.   Mablung, remaining as if in doubt, turns to his companions.

   

MABLUNG   

Truly it is by lack of counsel not of courage that Húrin’s folk bring woe to others! 

Even so with Túrin; but not so with his fathers.  But now they all are fey, and I like it not.  What is to be done?

MORWEN [turning back to answer]  

Seek for tidings of Túrin, and of Nargothrond.  For this end we are all come together.

MABLUNG  

Fey are you both, and foolhardy.  Now hear me! 

I was bidden not to stay you with strength; but I was bidden also to guard you as I might.  In this pass, one only can I do.

           

MORWEN  

We are come too far now to turn back in fear.

The mists cover the stage, and they disappear into them.

UNSEEN VOICES  

Thus the ladies were lost, and of Morwen no tidings came to Doriath again. 

But Niënor came through the reek into the sunlight, and looked into the eyes of Glaurung.

Niënor alone remains visible; at the same time the Gate of Nargothrond is once more discerned.  The mask of Glaurung appears suddenly as sunlight pierces the mists.  Niënor starts and turns as if to ruin; then turns and confronts the eyes of the Dragon.

 

GLAURUNG 

What do you seek here?

         

NIËNOR  

I do but seek one Túrin that dwelt here awhile.  But he is gone, maybe.

             

GLAURUNG  

I know not.  He was left here to defend the women and weaklings; but when I came he deserted them, and fled. 

A boaster but a craven, it seems.  Why seek you such a one?

                                     

NIËNOR  

You lie.  The children of Húrin at least are not craven.  We fear you not.

                          

GLAURUNG  

Then you are fools, both you and your brother; and your boast shall be made vain.  For I am Glaurung!

 For a moment, Niënor remains as though transfixed.  Then she turns, her face and mind a blank expression of despair, and stumbles running back across the bridge and towards the river.  Húrin on his pillar sinks down in despair as the Curtain falls.

 

Prelude and Scene Seven

 

When the curtain rises the scene is largely covered with green-leaved trees: to the right of the stage these completely shroud one of the standing stones but to the left the other stone is still to be seen, standing alone and overlooking a deep river gorge which lies towards the back of the stage.  Húrin still remains on his pillar; but now he lies prostrate, clutching at the sides of the stone, and his face is shrouded and invisible.  It is dawn, and the day is slowly breaking.  Túrin is seen lying exhausted beneath the standing stone by the edge of the gorge.  Dorlas appears through the woods leading a number of men; they stop in amazement at the sight of Túrin, then Dorlas comes across and gently rouses him.

 

DORLAS  

Who are you, and what do you here?

 

TÚRIN  

Are there then any left, who will suffer me to darken their lands? 

My friends, I am on a grievous errand: to find Finduilas, daughter of Nargothrond, or at the least to learn news of her. 

For many weeks I have been searching.         

 

DORLAS 

Seek no more; for by this stream the foul creatures of Morgoth slew their prisoners;

and the daughter of Orodreth they fastened to a tree with a spear.         

 

TÚRIN  

How do you know this?                    

 

DORLAS  

She spoke to us, before she died.  She looked upon us as though seeking one whom she had expected, and said:

"The Black Sword.  Tell the Black Sword that Finduilas is here."  

She said no more.  She lies here buried beside the river.

               

Túrin remains frozen for a moment, staring at the standing stone.  Then he collapses prostrate at its foot. Dorlas turns to the others.

 

DORLAS        

Too late! this is a piteous chance.  But see! here lies the Mormegil himself, the great Captain of Nargothrond.

 

Brandir, wrapped in furs but with a circlet of gold about his brow, has slowly limped out of the forest; he looks down on Túrin with pity.

         

BRANDIR 

O cruel men of Haleth! why did you hold back death from this man?  For here is brought the last bane of our people.

        

DORLAS  

And should we leave this man woe-stricken to lie by the way?

            

BRANDIR [stands for a moment locked in mental combat with Dorlas; then he turns forlornly away] 

You should not indeed.  Doom willed it not so.

    

He leans over Túrin, who comes slowly to his senses and rises.

           

TÚRIN  

All my deeds and past days were dark and full of evil. 

But a new day is come.  Here I will stay at peace, and renounce name and kin;

and so shall I put my shadow behind me, or at least lay it not upon those whom I love. 

Turambar, Master of Doom, shall be my name; forget that I am a stranger among you, or that I ever bore any other name.

Brandir bows low to him; the men move away into the trees.  Dorlas alone lingers by Túrin.

       

DORLAS  

You have renounced your name, but the Black Sword are you still;

and does not rumour say truly that he was the son of Húrin, and Lord of the House of Hador?

                                                  

TÚRIN   So it is said.  But publish it not, I beg you, as you are my friend. 

 

They turn to follow the others; it grows dark.

 

Interlude and Scene Eight               

 

Through the darkness which has descended moonlight begins to filter.

 

UNSEEN VOICES            

Around the gloom gathers; darkness grows across the sea, red blood flows beside the waters.                           

The wind wails, the wolf howls, the ravens flee. The ice mutters in the mouths of the sea. 

The captives sad in their dungeons mourn. Thunder rumbles, and the fires burn.

Niënor, naked, comes stumbling through the woods running like a hunted beast.  Then suddenly, in a swoon of utter weariness, she falls as one stricken into a deep brake of fern.  The moon rises higher; then Dorlas comes running through the woods with Túrin.

DORLAS  

Hither, lord! here is the young woman lying, and she lives!

   

Túrin bends over her, and lays a cloak about her; slowly she wakes.

 

UNSEEN VOICES  

And all things that she saw seemed  new  to  her  and  strange;  behind  lay  only  an empty darkness, ahead the light that she sought.

TÚRIN  

Now, lady, will you not tell us you name and kin, and what evil has befallen you, that you run thus naked in the woods?

       

She looks at him, and begins to weep silently.

TÚRIN

Here you are safe, and may rest this night.  And in the morning we will lead you to our homes in the forest. 

But we would know your name; will you not tell us?

 

Again she weeps.

 

TÚRIN

Do not be troubled! maybe the tale is too sad to tell.  But I will give you a name, and call you Níniel, Maiden of Tears.

                            

NIËNOR [raises her head, and shakes it slowly]  

Níniel...what are you called?

  

TÚRIN  

Turambar.

                                           

NIËNOR [she pauses, as if listening for some echo; then shakes her head again] 

And is that just the name for you alone?

                    

TÚRIN 

It means Master of the Dark Shadow.  For I also had my darkness, in which dear things were lost; but now I have overcome it, I deem.

    

NIËNOR  

And did you also flee from it, running until you came to these fair woods?

TÚRIN  

I fled for many years.

                       

NIËNOR  

And when did you escape, Turambar?

TÚRIN  

I escaped when you did so. 

For it was dark when you came, Níniel, but ever since it has been light; and it seems to me that what I sought has come to me.

NIËNOR  

(There lies a shadow on this man, and I am afraid.  But he has escaped from it, even as I.  And is he not worthy of love?)

  

TÚRIN  

(From the green mound she came, the wraith of a slain maiden on the grave of Finduilas.  Is that a sign, and how shall I read it?)...

Time passes.  We have waited, and now I will wait no longer. 

I will go back now to war in the wild, or I will wed you, and go never to war again,

save to defend you if some evil assails our home.

                                                           

UNSEEN VOICES  

She takes him with joy; and spring turns toward summer.

She has risen and falls into his arms.  The moon sets and darkness once more descends across the stage.

 

Interlude and Scene Nine

 

UNSEEN VOICES            

Though all to ruin fell the world and were dissolved and backward hurled unmade into the old abyss,                      

yet were its making good, for this: the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea, that love for a time might be.

A hot sun spreads across the scene; mists rise slowly from the river.  The growing light discloses Brandir with a great many of the men of Brethil, looking out across the river.

                    

UNSEEN VOICES  

Praised be the Black Sword of Brethil, through whom its enemies are overcome!

BRANDIR   

Men of Brethil, a deadly peril comes upon us, which only great hardihood shall turns aside. 

For, if Glaurung comes, then we must abandon this place, and scatter far and wide; so some may escape, and live. 

If we go up against the dragon with strength, we shall but offer ourselves to death.

 

TÚRIN [comes hastily forward from amongst the men]  

Nay, that is the worst; and it shall not come to pass, if my counsel and fortune be good. 

It is the doom of the Dragon that, however great his armour, he must go beneath with the belly of a snake. 

Thus, men of Brethil, I go to seek the belly of Glaurung, by what means I may.  Who will come with me? 

I need but one with strong arms, and a stouter heart.

DORLAS  

I will go with you, lord; for I would ever go forward rather than wait for a foe. 

Will none of you others take the place of Brandir, whose limbs by hazard betray him?

                                               

TÚRIN [looks at Dorlas with disapproval, and goes humbly and sympathetically to Brandir]

My lord, I do not scorn you.  We go in haste; our task will need strong limbs. 

Your place is with your people; for you are wise, and a healer. 

And it may be that there will be great need of wisdom and healing ere long.

BRANDIR [sternly to Dorlas] 

Go then, but not with my leave.  For a shadow lies on this man, and it will lead you to evil.

                      

NIËNOR [comes running through the woods, and clings weeping to Túrin]  

Go not forth, Turambar, I beg!  Challenge not the shadow that you have fled from!  Nay, nay, flee still, and take me with you, far away!

   

TÚRIN  

Níniel most dear, we cannot flee together, you and I.  We are penned in this land. 

And even should I go, deserting the people that befriended me,

I could but take you forth into the houseless wild, to your death and the death of our child. 

But take heart, Níniel.  For I say to you: neither you not I shall be slain by this Dragon, nor by any foe of the North.

                           

He kisses her gently on the forehead, and BRANDIR leads her away.  Túrin remains alone with Dorlas.

TÚRIN  

When dusk falls, we must creep to the river.  But beware! for the ears of Glaurung are as keen as his eyes, and they are deadly.

               

DORLAS  

This is a sure way to death.

 

TÚRIN  

It is the only way, to death or to life.

 

DORLAS  

We spend our waning strength to no avail.

 

TÚRIN  

But where all lies on chance, to chance we must trust.               

 

DORLAS  

And is this all our hope?

 

The sun has set, and darkness has enveloped the forest; across the river are seen the fires and the golden mask of Glaurung approaching.  Dorlas turns and runs towards the river; and then, turning to flee, falls into the ravine with a cry. 

 

TÚRIN  

Alas! it is fatal to walk in my shadow!  Now you are alone, Master of Doom, as you should have known it must be.  Now conquer alone!    

He springs towards the river where the mask of Glaurung approaches.  The mists rising from the river partially conceal the combat.

 

TÚRIN           

Hail, Worm of Morgoth!  Well met again!  Die now, and the darkness have thee!  Thus is Túrin son of Húrin avenged.

The roars of the Dragon suddenly cease, and a deathly silence falls.  In  the  darkness  nothing  at all can be seen; then through the trees come Niënor and Brandir.

BRANDIR  

Níniel, fear not the worst until you must.  But did I not counsel you to wait?

 

NIËNOR  

The Master of Doom is gone to challenge his doom, and how shall I stay and wait for the slow coming to tidings, good or ill? 

How shall I stand, or sit, or pass the dreadful hours?  I understand you not.

BRANDIR  

Nor I myself; and yet I am afraid.

NIËNOR  

Is this the way?

BRANDIR  

What is the way?  We have not now any hope, save to escape the Dragon, and flee from him while there yet is time. 

        

NIËNOR  

The Black Sword was my beloved and husband, and only to find him to I go.  What else could you think?

      

She runs towards the back.

BRANDIR  

Wait, Níniel!  Go not alone!  You do not know what you will find!

   

The mists and darkness suddenly part; the mask of Glaurung is seen twisted in its death agony.  At its feet lies Túrin.

                          

NIËNOR  

Turambar, Turambar, come back!  Hear me!  Awake!  For it is Níniel.  The dragon is dead, dead, and I alone am here by you.

               

GLAURUNG [dying]  

Hail, Niënor, daughter of Húrin!  We meet again ere the end.  I give thee joy that thou hast found thy brother at last. 

And now shalt thou know him: a stabber in the dark, treacherous to foes, faithless to friends, and a curse unto his kin,

Túrin son of Húrin!  But the worst of his deeds thou shalt feel in thyself.

                                                      

He dies.  Niënor slowly stands, looking down on Túrin with horror and anguish.

NIËNOR 

Farewell, O twice beloved!  A Túrin Turambar turún’ ambartanen: Master of Doom by Doom o’ermastered!  O happy to be dead! 

   

She runs rapidly towards the river.

NIËNOR

Water, water!  Take now Níniel Niënor daughter of Húrin!  Mourning, mourning daughter of Morwen!  Take me down to the Sea!

        

She casts herself into the ravine.  Brandir hastens behind her and looks down into the dark chasm in horror.  Day begins to dawn as men come in haste from the forest.

 

MEN  

Have you seen her?  For Níniel is gone.

BRANDIR  

Níniel is gone for ever.  The dragon is dead, and Turambar is dead; and these tidings are good. 

Hear me in silence!  Níniel the beloved is also dead. 

She cast herself into the water, desiring life no more; for she learned that she was none other than Niënor daughter of Húrin,

ere her forgetfulness came upon her, and that Turambar was her brother, Túrin son of Húrin.

All stand in horror; and from the darkness by the river a voice is suddenly heard.

         

TÚRIN  

You, Anglachel my sword, are stronger than I.  All blood will you drink.  Yours is the victory.

All remain still as Túrin comes from the back and advances towards them.

 

TÚRIN   

Nay, be glad! for the Dragon is dead, and I live. 

But where is Níniel? for her first would I see; and to her first will I tell of the deeds in the night.

BRANDIR  

Níniel is not here.

                         

TÚRIN  

That is well then.  I will go to my home.

BRANDIR  

No, no!  Your house is empty.  Níniel is not there.  She is dead.         

 

TÚRIN  

How do you know?   How did you contrive it? 

           

BRANDIR  

The contriving was yours.  She fled from you, that she might never see you again: Niënor, the daughter of Húrin.

TÚRIN  

Yes, I am Túrin the son of Húrin; so long ago you guessed.  But nothing do you know of Niënor my sister. 

It is a trick of your own vile mind, to drive my wife witless, and now me.  You limping evil, will you dog us both to death?

         

BRANDIR  

On his deathbed even a Dragon will speak true: Túrin son of Húrin, a curse unto thy kin and all that harbour thee!

                             

TÚRIN  

And what shall be said of you, Club-foot?  Who brought her to the malice of the Dragon?  Who stood by and let her die? 

Who came hither to publish this horror?  Who would now gloat before me?  Do men speak true before death? 

Then speak it now quickly! 

 

BRANDIR  

I do not fear to die; for then I will go to seek Níniel whom I loved, and perhaps I shall find her again beyond the Sea.

                       

TÚRIN  

You shall sleep with the Worm, your soul’s mate, and rot in one darkness! 

He has raised his sword and hews Brandir to death.  All stand in terror as the blood-red sun rises.  Mablung enters through the forest with his Elven followers, and halts at the sight of Túrin.

                      

MABLUNG  

You have slain the Great Worm!  Praised for ever shall be your name among Elves and Men! 

              

TÚRIN  

I care not; for my heart also is slain.  But since you come from Doriath, give me news of my kin.

MABLUNG [with concern] 

They went into the wild seeking you, against all counsel. 

Morwen none have seen since that day; and Niënor fled naked into the woods as like a wild deer, and was lost.

      

TÚRIN  

I am blind, blind, groping since birth in the dark mist of Morgoth!  Go back to Doriath, and may winter  shrivel  it!   

This  only was wanting.  Now comes the night! 

                                                            

Immediate darkness covers the scene.  A cold light illuminates the very front of the stage; in it Túrin stands alone, holding up his sword.  Húrin on his pillar has risen and stands looking tensely towards his son. 

 

TÚRIN

Hail, Anglachel, iron of death, thou alone now remainest!  No lord or loyalty dost thou know; from no blood wilt thou shrink. 

Wilt thou therefore take Túrin Turambar?  Wilt thou slay me swiftly?

                                                        

A cold voice rings from the blade in answer.

Voice of the SWORD  

Yea, I will drink thy blood gladly, that I may forget the blood of Beleg my master, and the blood of Brandir slain unjustly. 

I will slay thee swiftly.

                                                   

Túrin sets the blade upon the ground, and casts himself upon the point.  The black blade breaks asunder, and Túrin lies still.  There is a long silence.

                                                                                           

Epilogue

 

The pillar of Húrin begins to descend.  It settles to the ground; Húrin, like one in a dream, slowly moves brokenly towards the body of his son.  And from the darkness on the other side Morwen is seen standing over the body.

          

MORWEN  

You have come at last.  I have waited too long.  

 

HÚRIN  

It was a long road.  I have come as I could.

 

MORWEN  

But you are too late.  They are lost.

 

HÚRIN  

I know.  But you are not. 

 

MORWEN  

Almost.  I am spent.  I shall go with the dawn.  Now little time is left; if you know, tell me!  How did she find him?             

 

Húrin does not answer; instead he sits down below the standing stone, with her beside him. The light begins to fade, and Morwen sighs and lies still, clasping ever Húrin’s hand.  Húrin looks down at her.

 

HÚRIN  She was not conquered...  

          

He remains still, as the darkness closes over him.  The Curtain falls very slowly

Demo Recording Information

The recording is being produced using Reaper software and is utilising the Eastwest Software/Quantum Leap Symphonic Orchestra sampled instruments.

The main parts of Morgoth, Hurin, Turin, Morwen, Saeros, Mablung, Beleg, Gwindor, Finduilas, Galurung, Nienor, Dorlas and Brindir will all be recorded using different professional singers with some doubling of parts.

The Chorus will be recorded two per voice part, as per Gondolin and Beren, which would accommodate the splits in the parts.  Each of these voices, due to the limited space and equipment, is recorded individually and post processed to fit with the others.  This is the method we use when creating learning tracks for choirs, as it gives us the opportunity to isolate parts and fix problems without having to have everyone back to re-record.

Progress

30/12/2017 - This page added to site, more information to follow.  At this point a first pass at the orchestral parts of the Prologue and Scene One has been completed.

31/12/2017 - Second pass at the orchestral parts for the Prologue and Scene One completed.

04/01/2018 - This page updated with more information about the piece.

17/01/2018 - First pass at the Orchestral parts to Scene 2 and Scene 3 now have been completed.

19/01/2018 - First pass at the Orchestral parts of Scene 4 has been completed.

24/01/2018 - First pass at the Orchestral parts of Scenes 5 and 6 have been completed.

26/01/2018 - First pass at the Orchestral parts of the Epilogue and the spoken role of Hurin have been completed.

31/01/2018 - First pass at the Orchestral parts of Scenes 7, 8 and 9 have been completed.  This means that the entire piece is now in the software ready for recording.

09/02/2018 - Chorus Tenor 2 recorded and a first read of Turin in Acts One and Two.

06/06/2018 - Chorus Tenor 2 mixed in for the first and second scenes.

17/06/2018 - First read of Turin in Act Three.

02/07/2018 - Chorus Tenor 2 mixed in for the rest of the piece.

20/11/2018 - Paul's Orchestral notes on the Prologue to Scene Seven incorporated.

31/12/2018 - Paul's Orchestral notes on Scene 8, 9 and the Epilogue incorporated.  Re-takes of a few sections of Turin to accommodate changes in tempi.

14/02/2019 - Morgoth session today, our dark lord is now in place!

16/02/2019 - Another pass at the orchestra up to Scene 7.

17/02/2019 - Orchestral notes on the remainder of the scenes.

02/03/2019 - Another round of orchestral notes completed today. We are now ready to begin voice recording in earnest...

23/03/2019 - Yet another round of orchestral notes.  The orchestra parts are now set before voice recording.

24/03/2019 - Chorus Mezzo 2 and Chorus Bass 2 recorded today.

26/03/2019 - Chorus Mezzo 2 and Chorus Bass 2 mixed in.

02/04/2019 - Chorus Bass 1 and a first take at Gwindor recorded and mixed in.

19/04/2019 - Chorus Soprano 2 recorded today.

20/04/2019 - First session with our Morwen today.

 

28/04/2019 - Mablung recorded and mixed in. 

08/05/2019 - Libretto added to this page.

15/08/2019 - First session with Finduilas today.

 

24/10/2019 - Nienor and Chorus Soprano 1 recorded today.

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