The Trial of the Tide

Scene 1: The Cliff Trial

        "In the ancient days of Númenor, the brave proved themselves not by words... but by water."

A half-naked, athletic young Númenórean, hair wind-blown, eyes like fire-lit sapphire. He stands at the edge, muscles taut with determination.

"He was one of them... eager, proud, and untested."

Silhouette of him sprinting toward the cliff's edge, leaping into the void. 

        "The cliff called. He answered."

Underwater chaos — the youth fights against crushing waves and deadly currents.

        "The ocean showed no mercy."

He emerges, gasping on sharp rocks, victorious — bloodied, but alive.  

"And yet, he rose... reborn by water."

Scene 2: The Warrior Emerges

Now a grown man in regal, silver-blue Númenórean armor, standing shoulder to shoulder with fellow warriors, each in elegant Elven-crafted plate. Behind them, war banners ripple.

         "Years passed. The boy became a man. The man, a sword of Númenor."

Across from them, a nightmare — hordes of Orcs, twisted Trolls, and monstrous men corrupted by shadow.

         "Now he stood not before waves... but before darkness incarnate."

A looming figure in the distance — Sauron, cloaked in flame and dread, towering among his army._  

"The tide was darker. The enemy... mightier."

 

Scene 3: The Great Clash

The Númenórean army marches — a wall of silver and blue, banners flying, swords gleaming.

              "The Island of the Star moved like thunder made flesh."

Clash! Chaos. Blades strike, magic erupts. White light against black sorcery. Trolls crush, Elves slice, Númenóreans hold the line.

        "Honor met horror. And hope... met shadow."

Victory — but just barely. Corpses litter the battlefield. A battered yet standing Númenórean force stares into the ash-streaked horizon.

"The sea-born men prevailed... but the price was steep."

Scene 4: The Deceiver's Smile

Sauron, his monstrous form melting away into something fair — a tall, impossibly beautiful Elven-like being clad in black robes, eyes like obsidian stars.

         "When power failed, deceit rose."

He stands before the Númenórean court, head bowed in feigned submission, a dark crown in hand.  

"With beauty unnatural and lies forged in shadow..."

His glowing, hate-filled black eyes as he smiles slightly._  

"...he offered gifts more deadly than blades."