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Tinuviel was dancing, dancing in a glade.

Beren was wandering, and saw the elven maid.

"Tinuviel! Tinuviel!" he called her by her name,

But she ran, fleetingly, from the enchanted glade.



Beren ever hunted for that fragment of a dream,

And once again he saw her, by a little stream.

Luthien could run no more, and so Beren caught her.

Man and Elf, as one stood, as if in a dream.



Together they went wandering, in search of a Silmaril.

The magic jewel that would not bode the touch of ill.

The shadow bore it in his iron crown.

They defeated ill, but Beren left his hand along with the Silmaril.



Beren left forever Middle-earth.

Luthien Tinuviel followed in his berth.

Together they walked across the Sea.

But now they have forever left the circles of Middle-earth.