51. Scene XLI.ii
The Lay of Leithian Dramatic Script Project
TINUVIEL AT BAY: A CACCIA OF BELERIAND
[The Hall of Morning: the late afternoon sunlight barely makes its way down the prisms of the roof to the gallery, giving it a strange subdued and reddish light Despite the sunset hour there are several people gathered there -- our seldom-seen (but sometimes glimpsed) not-quite-conspirators, or most of them. The Sage is standing, with a nervous air, and the Scribe has just risen from the bench across from the one where the Ranger is still seated; the Guard is nowhere to be seen.]
Did you succeed?
Sage: [shakes her head]
I -- the security was too tight. I couldn't get in.
[pause. They look at each other, and the Sage looks away.]
You didn't make the attempt. After all the work I went to making the duplicate--
--You didn't even try?
Sage: [ugly tone]
--How many horses did you secure for us?
[he shuts up]
What could they have done, if they'd caught you making the switch? Complain to the Regent? I told you I should have handled it--
What you said, may I remind you, was that you were too closely connected through your cousin's consort and you'd be immediately associated with any loss--
Well. Anyway, that's neither here nor there.
What were you afraid of? The public humiliation? Surely you don't think they could actually do anything to you?
No, it isn't as though they've has ever killed or injured another of the Kindred -- what a ridiculous notion!
You needn't be so sarcastic.
[They both look around for their missing fourth associate; the Ranger shakes his head.]
She was right . . . we're worse cowards than either of the sons of Feanor.
[No one disagrees with him; the light continues to dim on the malcontents of Nargothrond]
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