Based on the poem The Lay of Leithian by J.R.R. Tolkien; Beren speaks of Lúthien to her father Thingol.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Silmarillion.
((A/N: I wrote this more than a year ago, and I decided that since I had such so much fun with it then, I might as well post it. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! God bless!))
Lúthien
Oh, Sir, if you could only see
how beautiful her eyes can be!
And, Sir, it's such a little thing to walk many a treacherous mile
if at the end of your passage you catch just a glimpse of her lovely smile.
Sir, it's the fairest thing to hear,
her voice in song, so sweet and clear.
Flowers spring up where she doth tread-
lilies white and roses red,
but none can compare to Lúthien's grace;
the stars are dimmed in the light of her face
as she dances beneath the Moon.
Sir, she is as sweet as the flowers of June
and the Sun on the glitt'ring sea;
fleet as a deer, as a leaf on the wind, like an elven song is she.
At her laughter darkness flees and Doriath is filled with mirth;
the Sun has shone much brighter since the day of Lúthien's birth.
Neither Elves nor Men have words to describe this Lady fair
as she dances over misty, starlit hills without a care.
Sir, I ask now for the hand
of your daughter, fairest in the land,
to have and to hold, until death does us part
for it is she who has claimed my heart.
But for she is your little girl,
more precious to you than the Nimphelos pearl,
I will do whatever you ask;
to win your trust I will complete any task.
For Lúthien I would travel across Western seas
or to rescue the Silmarils and the light of the Trees.
Now I offer up my life to you
to prove that my love for your daughter is true.
We are joined by love, your daughter and I,
and just the sound of her name could make me fly
to the depths of Angband to battle things fell
for the princess Lúthien Tinúviel.