Paul Corfield Godfrey's "Epic Scenes from The Silmarillion, Part Five: The War of Wrath" Demo Recording

We are extremely pleased to announce that we are currently working on a Demo Recording of a new composition by Paul Corfield Godfrey: "The War of Wrath".  His "Silmarillion" cycle now has an "epic" ending that befits the source material!

Utilising the many posthumously published works of JRR Tolkien a libretto has been constructed to function as a final chapter that not only closes out the story of the First Age of Middle-Earth but also ties it into the beginnings of "The Lord of the Rings".

Work has already commenced with the recording and the aim is to have it ready for release some time after "Feanor"


An introduction to both "Feanor" and "The War of Wrath"

The Piece

"The Silmarillion Part Five: The War of Wrath" is composed for seventeen characters, full chorus and orchestra.

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


Elbereth, Lady of the Stars and spouse of the Elder King (Vala): Emma Mary Llewellyn

Círdan, a mariner (Elf): Julian Boyce

Ulmo, Lord of the Waters (Vala):

Melian, Queen of Doriath (Maia):

Galadriel, sister of King Finrod Felagund (Elf):

Thingol Greycloak, King of Doriath (Elf):

Maglor, son of Feanor (Elf):

Curufin, son of Feanor (Elf):

Elwing, great grand-daughter of Thingol and Melian (Half-Elf):

Eärendil, son of Tuor and Idril (Half-Elf): Simon Crosby Buttle

Maedhros, son of Feanor (Elf):

Eönwë, Herald of the Valar (Maia):

Mandos, Lord of Death (Vala): Julian Boyce

The Elder King (Vala):

Sauron, Servant of Morgoth (Maia):

Morgoth, the Enemy (Vala):

Elrond, son ofEärendil  and Elwing: Simon Crosby Buttle

Chorus of unseen voices: 

Simon Crosby Buttle/Julian Boyce

It is written in nine scenes plus a prologue and epilogue, a breakdown of which is below.

First Triptych



Elbereth sings of the beauties of Valinor, which lies westward beyond the Sundering Seas.


Scene One

As the Elves seek to come to Valinor, the mariner Cirdan is instructed by Ulmo to await the coming of one who is prophesied.


Scene Two

In the hidden realm of Doriath, Melian the Queen asks Galadriel to tell her of the reasons for the exile of the Noldor to Middle-Earth. Galadriel is reluctant to reveal all, but Melian warns Thingol that the disputes between the princes of the Noldor will threaten his realm. She also foresees that the coming of Men will change the destiny of both races.


Scene Three

Mablung, having killed the wolf Carcharoth, brings the Silmaril to Thingol. But Melian declares that her control over events is slipping out of control; and the Sons of Fëanor, mindful of their Oath to keep the Silmarils from any but themselves, destroy Doriath and kill its King.


Second Triptych


Scene Four

The chorus sing of Eärendil the son of Tuor, and his fruitless voyages on the Ocean seeking Valinor. The mariner departs and bids farewell to Elwing his wife, to whom the Silmaril has been committed by Melian.


Scene Five

The Sons of Fëanor attempt to seize the Silmaril from Elwing, but she throws herself into the sea and is borne by Ulmo as a seabird to the deck of Eärendil’s ship. Together, with the Silmaril bound upon the brow of Eärendil, the two of them set sail once again for Valinor and this time they succeed.


Scene Six

Eönwë the herald of the Valar bids Eärendil and his wife welcome to the Blessed Realm, and the Valar agreed to lend support to the forces in Middle-Earth opposing the enemy Morgoth. But the two humans are not allowed to return to Middle-Earth, and their ship is raised to the stars.


Third Triptych

Scene Seven

The chorus sings of the assault of the Valar upon Morgoth, and the destruction of his realm in the War of Wrath. The remaining Silmarils are taken from his crown by Eönwë.


Scene Eight

But Maglor and Maedhros, the two remaining of the Sons of Fëanor, demand that the Silmarils should be surrendered to them in fulfilment of their Oath. To this Eönwë consents; but the jewels burn the hands of the two brothers with unendurable pain, and they cast them into the depths of the Earth and the Sea.


Scene Nine

Sauron, the surviving servant of Morgoth, attempts to seduce the Elves by the suggestion that with their creative powers they should seek to render Middle-Earth as blissful as the distant realm of the Valar. But he deceives them, and as he forges the One Ring to make himself the master, the voice of Morgoth is heard pronouncing the doom of the Elves.



The three bearers of the Elven Rings lament the downfall of the Elves, but suggest that their powers are not yet ended, even in times far distant.

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, Unfinished Tales, The History of Middle Earth (all edited by Christopher Tolkien) and The Lord of the Rings.





The Timeless Halls in Valinor. The Valar are present, seated in a semi-circle with the Elder King and Elbereth centre stage, also in prominent positions are Mandos and Ulmo.


Aiya Eärendil elenion Ancalima!                                    Hail, Eärendil, brightest of stars!


ELBERETH [rises and walks slowly into the middle of the semi-circle]

East of the Moon, west of the Sun there stands a lonely hill;

its feet are in the pale green sea, its towers are white and still,


Beyond Taniquetil, in Valinor.


Comes never there but one lone star that fled before the moon;

and there the Two Trees naked are that bore Night’s silver bloom,


Beyond Taniquetil, in Valinor.



West of the Sun, east of the Moon lies the haven of the star,

the White Tower of the Wanderer and the rocks of Eglamar,


Beyond Taniquetil, in Valinor.



There Vingelot is harboured, while Eärendil looks afar

o’er the darkness of the waters between here and Eglamar,


Out, beyond Taniquetil, in Valinor.


The lights fade as Elbereth returns to her throne and rejoins the other Valar.

Interlude and Scene One


The shores of Middle-Earth by the Mouths of Sirion. A faint light is seen in the distance: Círdan approaches the seashore at the head of some of his people.


I will follow that light, alone if none will come with me, for the ship that I have been building is now almost ready.


The light fades: he makes for his ship, but is halted by the voice of Ulmo.


One day a messenger from Middle-Earth will come through the shadows to Valinor,

and Manwë shall hear, and Mandos relent.

Abide now that time, for when it comes, then will your work be of utmost worth,

and it will be remembered in song for many ages after.


A vision is shown to Círdan of a great white ship, sailing through the air.


A ship like a white boat, shining above him, that sailed west through the air,

and as it dwindled in the distance it looked like a star of so great a brilliance

that it cast a shadow of Círdan upon the shore where he stood.


CIRDAN [relenting]  

I obey.


The light gradually fades and mists cover the scene

Interlude and Scene Two

The scene now revealed is the throne room in the realm of Doriath. Two thrones are prominent; Melian is seated upon one and the other is currently vacant.  In attendance on Melian is Galadriel.


And at times Melian and Galadriel would speak together of Valinor and the bliss of old;

but beyond the dark hour of the death of the Trees Galadriel would not go, but ever fell silent.


There is some woe that lies upon you and your kin.

That I can see in you, but all else is hidden from me; for by no vision or thought can I perceive anything that passes in the West.

A shadow lies over all the land of Aman, and reaches far out over the sea. Why will you not tell me more?

GALADRIEL [avoiding Melian’s gaze]  

For that woe is past, and I would take what joy is here left, untroubled by memory.

And maybe there is woe enough yet to come, though still hope may seem bright.

MELIAN [looking directly into her eyes]  

I believe not that the Noldor came forth as messengers of the Valar, as was said at first:

not though they came in the very hour of our need.

For what cause, Galadriel, were the high people of the Noldor driven forth as exiles from Aman? 

Or what evil lies on the sons of Fëanor, that they are so haughty and so fell? 

Do I not strike near the truth?


Near, save that we were not driven forth, but came of our own will and against that of the Valar.

And through great peril, and in despite of the Valar, for this purpose we came:

to take vengeance upon Morgoth, and regain what he stole.


Then Galadriel spoke to Melian of the Silmarils, and of the slaying of King Finwë at Formenos;

but still she said no word of the Oath, nor of the Kinslaying, nor of the burning of the ships at Losgar.


Now much you tell me, and yet more I perceive.

A darkness you would cast over the long road from Tirion,

but I see evil there, which Thingol should learn for his guidance.


Maybe, but not of me.

Galadriel makes an obeisance and leaves. Thingol enters deep in thought and sits upon his throne.


And Melian spoke then no more of these matters with Galadriel;

but she told to King Thingol all that she had heard of the Silmarils.


This is a great matter, greater indeed than the Noldor themselves understand;

for the light of Aman and the fate of Arda lie locked now in these things, the work of Fëanor who now is gone.

They shall not be recovered, I foretell, by any power of the Eldar;

and the world shall be broken in battles that are yet to come, ere they are wrested from Morgoth.

See now!  Fëanor they have slain, and many another, as I guess;

but first of all the deaths they have brought and yet shall bring was Finwë your friend.

Morgoth slew him, ere he fled from Aman.

THINGOL [filled with grief and foreboding]  

Now at last I understand the coming of the Noldor out of the west, at which I wondered much before.

Not to our aid did they come (save by chance);

for those that remain in Middle-Earth the Valar will leave to their own devices, until the uttermost need.

For vengeance and redress of their loss the Noldor came.

Yet all the more sure shall they be as allies against Morgoth, with whom it is not now to be thought that they shall ever make treaty.


Truly for these causes they came; but for others also. Beware of the sons of Fëanor! 

The shadow of the wrath of the Valar lies upon them; and they have done evil, I perceive, both in Aman and to their own kin.

A grief but lulled to sleep lies between the princes of the Noldor.


What is that to me?  Of Fëanor I have heard but report, which makes him great indeed.

Of his sons I hear little to my pleasure; yet they are likely to prove the deadliest foes of our foe.


Their swords and their counsels shall have two edges.

Thingol departs, and Melian rises from her throne. She moves downstage and as she sings the lights fade on the throne room.  Lights come up elsewhere on the stage and we see a dim vision from the future of Beren and Lúthien.


Now the world runs on swiftly to great tidings.

And one of Men shall indeed come; and the Girdle of Melian shall not restrain him, for doom greater than my power shall send him. And the songs that shall spring from that coming shall endure when all Middle-earth is changed.


The lights on the vision dim, and Melian is left alone in the only light on stage.

Interlude and Scene Three



Then a winter, as it were the hoar age of mortal men, fell upon Thingol.

In another vision, Mablung is seen standing over the body of the slain wolf Carcharoth, holding aloft a Silmaril in his hand which he then passes to Thingol. Melian watches with great foreboding.


He sat long is silence, gazing at the great treasure.

The lights fade on this vision. In another corner of the stage lights come up on Curufin, Maglor, Maedhros and the other surviving sons of Fëanor.


The hunt is up, the woods are stirred!



In the woods things may be learned; and if he bears a Silmaril,…I need declare no more in words; but by right it is ours.

The lights fade on the sons of Fëanor, and rise again on the throne room of Doriath. Many years have passed.  Melian is seated on her throne, the Nauglamir containing the Silmaril shines brightly on that of her husband.



Now when the horns of the hunt grew faint in the forest, Melian sat long in silence with foreboding in her heart and eyes.


ELWING [enters and approaches her]  

Wherefore, lady, are you sorrowful at the high feast of the King?


Evil seeks our land, and my heart misgives me that my days in Middle-Earth are speeding to an end;

yet if I should lose Thingol, then I would wish that never had I wandered forth from Valinor.


Nay, but have you not woven a web of enchantment about us, so that we need not fear?



Yet it seems to me that there is a rat that gnaws the threads, and all the web has become unwoven.


At that moment there is a loud cry and the sounds of a struggle from beyond the doors. Melian bundles the Silmaril into a cloak and hands it to Elwing, bidding her silently to leave with it. A blood-stained Curufin enters, and walks straight to Thingol’s throne and seats himself.


Wherefore, renegade, do you defile the seat of my lord?  

Little had I ever thought to see one of the sons of Fëanor sat there,

a robber stained with murder, a league-fellow of the enemies of his kin.

Or think you that it is a glorious deed, to assail a defenceless house when its lord is far away? 

Get you gone, lest Thingol returning repay you bitterly.


CURUFIN [bidding his brothers to enter]  

Nay, but already he is come.


The other sons of Fëanor enter, bearing the head of Thingol which they throw at the feet of Melian. She breathes deeply and rises to her full height, looking Curufin in the eye until he flinches back.


Melian saw in her heart all that had befallen, and how the curse of the gold had fallen upon Doriath.

And a great darkness fell on her mind, and her counsel and lore forsook her. She went forth, and none stayed her.


Hateful is now become the land that I loved, and the trees misshapen.

No more shall music here be heard!  Let all voices fail in Doriath, and in every dale and upon every hill let the trees stand silent!

She turns to leave and starts to walk away, still the proud Queen. Some of the sons of Fëanor seek to stop her, but Maedhros halts them and they watch her leave.


She vanished out of Middle-Earth, and passed to the land of the Valar,

to muse upon her sorrows in the gardens of Lórien whence she came.

Curufin regains his composure and, calling his brothers to him, he silently bids them to start searching for the Silmaril.


Thus Doriath was destroyed, but the sons of Fëanor gained not what they sought;

for a remnant of the people fled before them, and they escaped,

and bearing with them the Silmaril they came in time to the Mouths of Sirion by the sea.

Their search is shown to be in vain and they leave in fury, ransacking the throne room.  The lights fade on the now derelict realm of Doriath




Prelude and Scene Four


The lights gradually come up on the Havens of Sirion, as in Scene One.  We see Círdan and some of his people assisting Eärendil in preparations to sail in his ship Vingelot.



Eärendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien;

he built a boat of timber felled in Nimrethil to journey in;

her sails he wove of silver fair, of silver were her lanterns made,

her prow was fashioned like a swan, and light upon her banners laid.

The ship is now ready. Círdan gifts to Eärendil his weapons, which his people place aboard the ship.


His coat that came of ancient kings of chainéd rings was forged of old;

his shining shield all wounds defied, with runes engraved of dwarven gold.

His bow was made of dragon-horn, his arrows shorn of ebony,

of triple steel his habergeon, his scabbard of chalcedony,

his sword was like a flame in sheath, with gems was wreathed his helmet tall,

an eagle plume upon his crest, upon his breast an emerald.

Elwing, now Eärendil’s spouse, enters with their young children Elrond and Elros. Círdan and his people leave them alone on stage.



It is likely that you will see me never again; and if you do not, then harden your hearts,

and cease not from war, but endure to the end.

But if I do not fail of my errand, then also you may not see me again; but a sign you will see, and new hope shall be given to you.

To the Sea, to the Sea! the white gulls are crying,

the wind is blowing and the white foam is flying.

West, west away the round sun is falling.

Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,

the voices of my people that have gone before me?

I will leave, I will leave the realm that bore me,

for our days are ending and our years failing.

I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.

Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,

sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,

in Eressëa, in Elvenhome that no man may discover,

where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!

Eärendil embraces Elwing and his children, boards his ship and sets sail. Once the ship has gone she leads their children away.


Beneath the moon and under star he wandered far from Northern strands,

bewildered on enchanted ways beyond the days of mortal lands.

From gnashing of the Narrow Ice where shadow lies on frozen hills,

from nether heats and burning waste he turned in haste, and roving still

on starless waters far away at last he came to Night of Naught,

and passed, and never sight he saw of shining shore not light he sought.

The winds of wrath came driving him, as blindly in the foam he fled,

from west to east and errandless, unheralded he homeward sped.


Interlude and Scene Five


The sons of Fëanor are seen gathered at the side of the stage.


A Silmaril of Fëanor still burns in the woods of Nimbrethil.



For what reason do we suffer exile, if others gather to their hoard the heirlooms that are ours?



Then must the Silmaril be given to the sons of Fëanor.

The lights come up on Elwing, brandishing the Silmaril, and her sons, who are backed up against a cliff edge with Curufin, Maedhros and Maglor blocking their escape.  As Curufin presses the advantage Elrond and Elros, urged on by their mother, manage to dash past him and flee the stage; Maglor pursues them.



In might the sons of Fëanor that swore the unforgotten oath

brought war into Arvernien with burning and with broken troth;

and Elwing from her fastness down then cast her in the waters wide,

but like a mew was swiftly borne, uplifted on the swollen tide.

Curufin makes a grab for the Silmaril but Elwing pulls it from his grasp.


Kinslayers, may the madness of your oath take you in the end!

She throws herself with the Silmaril into the sea; Curufin, maddened with lust for the jewel, tries to reach for the jewel and topples over the cliff after her. As Maedhros rushes to the cliff the lights on stage suddenly drop and the light from the Silmaril is seen darting straight up into the sky. After a brief pause the light suddenly drops back down to the stage.  As it lands we see Elwing holding the gem and the lights on stage return we see that she is aboard Eärendil’s ship, Vingelot, surrounded by mist.  Her shocked husband approaches her and they embrace.



Through hopeless night she came to him, and flame was in the darkness lit;

more bright than light of diamond the flame upon her carcanet.

Elwing, as if controlled by an unseen force, pulls away from her husband and then places the Silmaril on her husband’s head, as she does this its light intensifies and the mists clear.


The Silmaril she bound on him, and crowned him with the living light,

and dauntless then with burning brow he turned his prow at middle night.

Beyond the world, beyond the Sea, then strong and free a storm arose,

a wind of power in Tarmenel;

by paths that seldom mortal goes from Middle-earth on mighty breath

as flying wraith across the grey and long-forsaken seas distressed;

from east to west he passed away.

Elwing and Eärendil move to the helm of the ship.  The brightest light on stage is the Silmaril and the rest of the stage gradually darkens so that only the two of them are visible.



San ninqeruvisse lútier kiryasses Eärendil or vea,      There upon a white horse sailed Eärendil, upon a ship upon the sea,

ar laiqali linqi falmari langon veakiryo kírier;             and the green wet waves the throat of the sea ship clove;

wingildin o silqelosseën alkantaméren úrio                the foam-maidens with blossom-white hair made it shine in the lights of the sun;

kalmainen; i lunte linganer,                                           the boat hummed like a harp string;

tyulmin talalínen aiqalin                                                the tall masts bent with the sails;

kautáron, i súru laustaner.                                              and the east wind bellowed.

Interlude and Scene Six


The scene remains the same as before but throughout the following the lights around the ship gradually rise.


Through Evernight he back was borne on black and roaring waves that ran

o’er leagues unlit and foundered shores that drowned before the Days began,

until he heard on strands of gold where ends the world the music long,

where ever-foaming billows roll the yellow gold and jewels wan.

As the lights reach their full level, we clearly see that Vingelot has now pulled into shore, and in the distance the towers of Tirion on the mountainside.


He saw the Mountain silent rise where twilight lies upon the knees

of Valinor, and Eldamar beheld afar beyond the seas.

A wanderer escaped from night to haven white he came at last,

to Elvenhome the green and fair where keen the air, where pale as glass

a-glimmer in a valley sheer the lamplit towers of Tirion

are mirrored on the Shadowmere.


Eönwë, the herald of the Valar, steps forward onto a nearby cliff and addresses Eärendil.


Hail Eärendil, of mariners most renowned, the looked-for that comes at unawares, the longed-for that comes beyond hope! 

Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon! 

Splendour of the Children of Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!

He gestures for Eärendil to step ashore, which he does; Elwing attempts to follow.



Here none but myself shall set foot, lest you fall under the wrath of the Valar and the doom of death.

But that peril I will take on myself alone, for the sake of the Two Kindreds.


Then would our paths be sundered for ever; but all thy perils I will take on myself also.

She steps ashore but Eönwë raises his hand to the pair and gestures for Eärendil alone to follow him.



He tarried there from errantry, and melodies they taught to him,

and sages old him marvels told, and harps of gold they brought to him.


Await me here; for one only may bring the message that it is my fate to bear.

He follows after Eönwë, leaving Elwing alone on the shore.


They clothed him then in elven white, and seven lights before him sent,

as through the Calacirian to hidden land forlorn he went.

Eärendil is led into the centre of the stage and the scene around him gradually becomes that of the Timeless Halls, as in the Prologue.  The Elder King, Elbereth, Ulmo and Mandos are once again prominent. Eärendil takes the Silmaril down from his brow, faces them and is seen to be pleading for their intervention in the war against Morgoth.


He came unto the timeless halls where shining fall the countless years,

and endless reigns the Elder King in Ilmarin on mountain sheer;

and words unheard were spoken then to folk of Men and Elven-kin,

beyond the world were visions showed forbid to those that dwell therein.


The Elder King rises and gestures for Eönwë to fetch Elwing. Eärendil’s plea has been successful; he falls to his knees in thanks but Mandos rises.



Shall mortal Man step living upon the Undying Lands, and yet live?


For this he was born into the world.

And say unto me: whether is he Eärendil Tuor’s son of the line of Hador,

or the son of Idril Turgon’s daughter of the Elven-house of Finwë?



Equally the Noldor, who went wilfully into exile, may not return hither.

Eönwë reappears with Elwing, who comes to her husband’s side and kneels with him before the Elder King.


The peril that he has ventured for love of the Two Kindreds shall not fall on Eärendil;

nor shall it fall on Elwing his wife, who entered into peril for love of him.

But in this matter the power of doom is given to me, and this is my decree:

to Eärendil and to Elwing, and to their sons, shall be given leave each to choose freely to which kindred their fates shall be joined,

and under which kindred they shall be judged.

EÄRENDIL [to Elwing]  

Choose thou, for now I am weary of the world.


To honour Lúthien my grandmother, I choose to be judged among the Firstborn Children of Ilúvatar.


And for your sake I choose the same, though my heart belongs rather to my father’s people.


The scene shifts around the couple, with the Valar standing and moving towards them. The Timeless Halls slowly descend into darkness.  Throughout the following sequence we see once again the deck of Vingelot, now transformed as described in the text. Elbereth takes the Silmaril from Eärendil and raises it up so that it becomes affixed to the mast of the ship. Eärendil takes the helm an,d as the Valar and Elwing disembark the ship, it begins to raise up high into the sky.



A ship then new they built for him of mithril and of elven-glass

with crystal keel; no shaven oar nor sail she bore; on silver mast

the Silmaril as lantern light and banner bright with living flame

of fire unstained by Elbereth herself was set, who thither came

and wings immortal made for him, and laid on him undying doom,

to sail the shoreless skies and come behind the Sun and light of Moon.

Maedhros and Maglor appear on the shores of Middle-Earth looking into the sky.



Surely that is a Silmaril that shines now in the West?



If it be truly the Silmaril which we saw cast into the sea, then let us be glad;

for now its glory is seen by many, and is yet secure from all evil.


The lights fade upon them and Vingelot is high in the heavens.



From Evereven’s lofty hills where softly silver fountains fall

his wings him bore, a wandering light, beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.

From World’s End then he turned away, and yearned again to find afar

his home through shadows journeying, and burning as an island star

on high above the mists he came, a distant flame before the Sun,

a wonder ere the waking dawn where grey the Norland waters run.

Visible now below Vingelot is Eönwë with the assembled host of the Valar preparing to journey to Middle-Earth.  Eönwë looks up to the Silmaril and gestures for the host to form up behind him.


And over Middle-earth he passed and heard at last the weeping sore

of women and of elven maids in Elder Days, in days of yore.

Eönwë raises his sword, gestures forward to his host and they begin to march.  Vingelot now starts to move into the distance and all light fades apart from the Silmaril.


But on him mighty doom was laid, till Moon should fade, an orbéd star

to pass, and tarry never more on Hither Shores were mortals are;

till end of Days on errand high, a herald bright that never rests,

to bear his burning lamp afar, the Flammifer of Westernesse.

Vingelot has now disappeared into the distance, with only the shining Silmaril visible high up centre stage. Its light becoming brighter and more intense.  It gradually bathes the empty stage with white light which slowly fades again to black.




Prelude and Scene Seven


A battlefield on the outskirts of Angband.  Eönwë and the host of the Valar, now supported by the remaining members of the races of Elves, Men and Dwarves, are assaulting the stronghold of Morgoth.  His host of orcs and Balrogs are defending but are being steadily defeated.


But Morgoth looked not for the assault that came upon him,

for so great was his pride that he deemed that none would ever again come with open war against him;

but at last the might of Valinor came up out of the West, Beleriand was aflame with the glory of their arms,

and the mountains rang beneath their feet.

In an enormous flash of flame the light of the winged Dragons is seen descending over the battlefield, forcing Eönwë and his host to retreat back.


So ruinous was the onset of that dreadful fleet that the host of the Valar was driven back;

but Eärendil came, shining with white flame; and there was battle in the air all the day,

and through a long night of doubt.

Before the rising of the sun Eärendil slew the mightiest of the Dragon-host, and cast him from the sky.

Vingelot appears in the skies, shining bright with the light of the Silmaril.  Eärendil raises his sword and plunges it into the belly of the greatest of the dragons.  With this the fiery onslaught from on high stops and Eönwë and his men rally and slay the remaining forces of evil.  Vingelot once more sails away through the skies.


Then the sun rose, and the host of the Valar prevailed.

Morgoth is seen at bay, with Eönwë and his host surrounding him; the action follows the description of the chorus.


There Morgoth stood at last at bay, and yet unvaliant.

He fled into the deepest of his mines, and sued for peace and pardon;

but his feet were hewn from under him, and he was hurled upon his face.

Then he was bound with the chain Angainor which he had worn aforetime,

and his iron crown they beat into a collar for his neck; and his head was bowed upon his knees.

And the two Silmarils which remained to Morgoth were taken from his crown,

and they shone unsullied beneath the sky; and Eönwë took them, and guarded them.

Eönwë and his host leave the stage with the two Silmarils.  Morgoth, chained now to the ground and the lights around him fade, except for the light of Eärendil’s Silmaril, which shines down on him like as if guarding him.


And Morgoth himself the Valar thrust through the Door of Night, beyond the Walls of the World, into the Timeless Void;

and a guard is set for ever on those walls, and Eärendil keeps watch upon the ramparts of the sky.

Yet the lies that Melkor, the mighty and accursed, sowed in the hearts of Elves and Men are a seed that does not die,

and cannot be destroyed; and ever and anon it sprouts anew, and will bear dark fruit even until the latest days.

Morgoth is now lost from sight but the Silmaril still shines in the sky.

Interlude and Scene Eight


Eönwë and a few of his host are guarding the two Silmarils.  Maedhros and Maglor enter and approach them.


Yield up now these jewels which Fëanor our father made, and which Morgoth stole from us.


Your right to the work of your father has now perished, because of your many merciless deeds, being blinded by their oath.

The light of the Silmarils shall go now into the West, whence it came in the beginning;

there ye must abide the judgement of the Valar, by whose decree alone I will release them from my charge.

Maglor takes Maedhros aside to confer.  Behind them a vision of the Elder King, Mandos, Ulmo and Elbereth appears, which Eönwë sees clearly.  They watch the following conversation with great interest.



The oath says not that we may not abide our time;

and it may be that in Valinor all shall be forgiven and forgot, and we shall come into our own in peace.

Elbereth smiles at this, and the Elder King nods in assent.


If we return with them but the favour of the Valar is withheld, then our oath would still remain, but its fulfilment be beyond hope.

Who can tell to what dreadful doom we shall come, if we disobey the Powers in their own land?

Mandos bristles clearly at this.


If Manwë and the Valar themselves deny the fulfilment of an oath to which we named them in witness, is it not made void?


But how shall our voices reach to Ilúvatar beyond the Circles of the World? 

And by Ilúvatar we swore in our madness, and called the Everlasting Darkness upon us if we kept not our word.

Who shall release us?

Mandos is becoming more displeased with what he is hearing.  The Elder King is standing emotionless and watching.


If none can release us, then indeed the Everlasting Darkness shall be our lot,

whether we keep our oath or break it; but less evil we shall do in the breaking.

Maedhros draws his sword and prepares to fight; Maglor reluctantly does the same.  The Elder King raises his hand to stop Eönwë  from doing the same, and then gestures for them to leave the Silmarils. 


EÖNWË [stopping his followers drawing their swords]  

Hold! I will not permit the slaying of the last sons of Fëanor!

He bids his followers depart, and with a final look at the now fading vision of the Valar, he too leaves the brothers alone.  They approach the Silmarils.


Since one is lost to us, and but two remain, so it is plain that fate would have us share the heirlooms of our father.

Both Maedhros and Maglor take a Silmaril, but as they hold the jewels they begin to shine more brightly and burn their hands.


It is as Eönwë has said: our right has become void, our oath was vain!

Maedhros, driven mad with the pain, takes his Silmaril and throws himself with it into the depths of the earth. Maglor casts his Silmaril far out into the waves of the sea, where the ships of Men are seen passing westward.


Thus it came to pass that the Silmarils found their long homes:

one in the fires in the heart of the world, one in the deep waters, and one in the airs of heaven.

The light of the three gems mingles and then goes dark.


Interlude and Scene Nine


In the distance the realm of Númenor is seen revealed. A light nearer at hand reveals Sauron standing addressing a company of the Elves; his appearance is as one of them and not the monstrous form he will become.


Alas, for the weakness of the great! 

For a mighty king is Gil-galad, and wise in all lore is Master Elrond; and yet they will not aid me in my labours. 

Can it be that they do not desire to see other lands become as blissful as their own? 

But wherefore should Middle-Earth remain for ever desolate and dark,

whereas the Elves could make it as fair as Eressëa: nay, even as Valinor? 

Is it not then our task to labour together for its enrichment,

and for the raising of all who wander here to the power and knowledge they have who are beyond the Sea?

The Elves bow before him, as if in allegiance; but suddenly the form of Sauron is consumed in darkness, and a red glow as of a massive forge illuminates his silhouette against the flames.


Out of the Black Years come the words that the smiths of Eregion heard, and they knew that they were betrayed:



Three Rings for the Elvenkings under the sky, seven for dwarf lords in their hails of stone, nine for mortal men doomed to die,

one for the Dark Lord on his Dark Throne in the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie.

Sauron is now seen, forging the One Ring in the fires of Orodruin; and the shape of Morgoth looms behind him as a great shadow.

SAURON                                                                             MORGOTH

One Ring to rule them all,                                               Ash nazg durbatulûk,

one Ring to find them,                                                     ash nazg gimbatul,

one Ring to bring them all                                              ash nazg thrakatulûk

and in the darkness bind them                                      agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.

in the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie.

Light darts from the One Ring as Sauron holds it aloft, and at the same time the fires die down and the whole of the scene is shrouded in mist.


Through the mist the moonlight and stars become visible, the brightest of the stars once again being the Silmaril.


Aiya Eärendil elenion Ancalima!                                    Hail, Eärendil, brightest of stars!

In the fitfully darting moonbeams the forms can be discerned of the three bearers of the Elven-Rings: Galadriel, Círdan and the now adult Elrond, each standing apart.


A wind in the grass! The turning of the year, a shiver in the reeds beside the stream,

a whisper in the trees afar men hear, piercing the heart of summer’s tangled dream,


Chill music that a herald piper plays foreseeing winter and the leafless days.

The late flowers trembling on the ruined walls already stoop to hear that haunting flute

through the wood’s sunny aisles and tree-propped halls winding amid the green with cold clear note

like a thin strand of silver glass remote.

Elrond is now isolated; he raises his Elven-ring, the lights around him grow but begin immediately to fade away.  He sees the waning of its power.



Now the proud elms at last begin to quail, their mourning multitude of leaves grows pale,

seeing afar the icy spears of winter march to battle with the sun, when bright Narquelion fades their day is done,



and borne on wings of amber wan they fly in heedless winds beneath the sullen sky,

and fall like dying birds upon the meres.

Now Galadriel steps forward towards Elrond and raises her hand, adorned with her Elven-ring. Both of their rings once again show their light for a bit longer but too fade away.



At night Elves dance beneath the roofless sky, when naked elms entwined in branching lace

the Seven Stars, and through the boughs the eye stares down cold-gleaming in the high moon’s face.



O Elder Kindred, fair immortal folk!

You sing now ancient songs that once awoke under primeval stars before the Dawn;



Wedance like shimmering shadows in the wind, as once we danced upon the shifting lawn of Elvenhome,



before we were,



Before we crossed wide seas unto this mortal shore.

Círdan approaches the two and raises his hand and elven-ring with theirs.  This time all three rings glow brightly, fade a little but do not extinguish.


Bare has our realm become, the trees are shed stripped of their raiment, and their splendour fled.



Winter is come. Beneath the barren sky the Elves are silent.



But they do not die!



Here waiting they endure the winter fell and silence.



Here I too will dwell; when winter comes, I would meet winter here.


All three now lower their hands and look to each other in agreement and support.


I would not seek the burning domes and sands where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows,

nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands of men long lost to whom no pathway goes;


I heed no call of clamant bell that rings iron-tongued in the towers of earthly kings.

Here on the stones and trees there lies a spell of unforgotten loss, of memory more blest than mortal wealth.

Here undefeated dwell the Folk Immortal under withered elms, in Middle-Earth as once in ancient realms.


Any light in the mists now fades to darkness; the light of the Silmaril is the last to fade


Aiya Eärendil elenion Ancalima!                                    Hail, Eärendil, brightest of stars!

Demo Recording Information

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

The solo parts will all be recorded using different professional singers with some doubling.

The Chorus will be recorded two per voice part, except in Scene Seven where the male chorus will be four per part.


16/02/2020: This page added to the website.  Up to this point the orchestral parts are in for the Prologue to Scene Six along with test vocals for Elbereth, Earendil and Cirdan.


21/02/2020: The orchestral parts are now completely inputted.

01/06/2020: Lockdown has slowed us up a bit but Earendil, Elrond, Cirdan, Mandos, Chorus Tenor 2 and Chorus Bass 1 are now in place.

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"To the Sea" - Earendil's aria from Scene Four of "The War of Wrath"