[Lalaith]

What I would fear most, in a Hollywood version of the Narn, is the dreaded modern curse of emotional incontinence.
Narn is a very buttoned-up, sparse tragedy. It is Morwen saying nothing but scratching at the doorpost til her fingers bleed when the child Turin leaves for Doriath. It is Hurin and Morwen, at the end of it all, after decades apart, not falling into each other's arms but sitting in silence, mourning the terrible fates of their children.
There are few directors these days with enough restraint and self-control to carry off this kind of strong, silent tragedy. Most would be unable to resist injecting a huge dose of sentimental emoting and twaddle. Peter Jackson could not be trusted with it. The Fellowship reunion bed scene springs to mind. *shudder*