This is my first fanfic. After being inspired by all the other writers,
I've decided to write about part of my favorite story, The Tale of Beren
and Lúthien. All the characters, settings etc. belong to the J. R. R.
Tolkien. I use them only for my enjoyment and make no profit from this.
Beren stirred before the morning sun had rose. He turned to Lúthien beside him, "Tinúviel," he whispered. She didn't stir from her deep sleep. She lay peacefully in the beauty of the grass. Small, delicate flowers had sprung around her overnight.
She rested soundly, the shock from the attack of Feanor's sons had diminished. But for Beren the moment of their fear still played before his eyes. His wound no longer hurt but the event rekindled his determination; I have brought my Tinuviel to safety, away from the horrors hunting her, and hunting us within this forest. I will win the silmarils and then to the end of my days we shall be united. His thoughts ceased as ran his hand through her raven hair. He leaned over and kissed her cheek; her fair skin was warm to touch. "Good-bye, my fair Tinúviel, you are my light, my joy. I go forward driven only by your love. It is not my choice to leave you, but it is the oath I swore."
Beren slowly stood; he stole a long lingering glance. Almost long enough to convince him to stay at her side, but he knew he must complete the task he set out to do. He turned and sought Huan. He found him awake, wandering through the trees, "Huan, it is to the oath I hold, and I must go on. Continue to serve Lúthien as you have done. She will yearn for me but do not let her follow. I think only of her safety." Beren looked deep into Huan's eyes. Huan turned and lay down on the forest floor at the foot of the bed of Lúthien.
The morning sun peaked over the treetops and streamed down upon Lúthien illuminating her beauty. Beren whispered into the cool morning air, "I love you, await my return dear Tinuviel." He then mounted the horse of Curufin and rode towards the shadow of Morgoth, ready to challenge any doom that awaited him there.
Beren stirred before the morning sun had rose. He turned to Lúthien beside him, "Tinúviel," he whispered. She didn't stir from her deep sleep. She lay peacefully in the beauty of the grass. Small, delicate flowers had sprung around her overnight.
She rested soundly, the shock from the attack of Feanor's sons had diminished. But for Beren the moment of their fear still played before his eyes. His wound no longer hurt but the event rekindled his determination; I have brought my Tinuviel to safety, away from the horrors hunting her, and hunting us within this forest. I will win the silmarils and then to the end of my days we shall be united. His thoughts ceased as ran his hand through her raven hair. He leaned over and kissed her cheek; her fair skin was warm to touch. "Good-bye, my fair Tinúviel, you are my light, my joy. I go forward driven only by your love. It is not my choice to leave you, but it is the oath I swore."
Beren slowly stood; he stole a long lingering glance. Almost long enough to convince him to stay at her side, but he knew he must complete the task he set out to do. He turned and sought Huan. He found him awake, wandering through the trees, "Huan, it is to the oath I hold, and I must go on. Continue to serve Lúthien as you have done. She will yearn for me but do not let her follow. I think only of her safety." Beren looked deep into Huan's eyes. Huan turned and lay down on the forest floor at the foot of the bed of Lúthien.
The morning sun peaked over the treetops and streamed down upon Lúthien illuminating her beauty. Beren whispered into the cool morning air, "I love you, await my return dear Tinuviel." He then mounted the horse of Curufin and rode towards the shadow of Morgoth, ready to challenge any doom that awaited him there.