The Lay of Luthien Tinuviel and Beren Son of Barahir

By Final Fantasy

I DON'T OWN THIS STORY (The Silmarillion by J.R.R Tolkein) BUT I DO OWN MOST OF THIS POEM (some words were taken from the book)

In ages past, in Doriath,

Fair Luthien there wove her spell

Over Beren, who danced with light

Fair of face, hair dark as night.

These are but two qualities

Of Tinuviel, the Nightingale.

Her doom was laid ere she fell in

To the arms of fair Beren

To claim the hand of Luthien,

A Silmaril he had to claim

From Morgoth, the evil lord

In his fortress of dark flame.

Together they journeyed to Angband

To receive the jewel of Feanor

Luthien cast then her spell

And he and his court fell in slumber.

Beren then claimed one of the jewels

And fled with Luthien

Then the great wolf opened his jaws

And the Silmaril took in.

The wolf, it strayed so far and wide

Heart burning with the light

For that Silmaril was pure

Like the Trees it shone as bright.

And Beren lay as in a dream

For in taking the Silmaril

The wolf when opening up its jaws

Took in his hand as well.

The deadly poison of Morgoth

Lay in this wound so great

But Luthien drew out the poison

Fearing it was too late.

The Eagles came to Angband

As they lay inside

They bore them away to safety

Tinuviel thought her lover would die.

At the borders of Doriath

The Eagles flew away

Luthien still feared for her lover

And still did Beren lay.

His spirit wandered in the darkest lands

Of death and pain and fear

But soon he awoke to sunlight

And singing he did hear

Tinuviel had brought him back

With love and beauty great

Together they walked in the wild woods

Unknowing of their fate.

Soon they came to Thingol

Beren showed him his empty hand

The king's heart was softened

And soon the Quest began

The hunted the dark wolf Carcharoth

Who had eaten the jewel

Hidden deep in his belly

And with Huan the wolfhound he dueled.

This is how they found him

And how fair Beren died.

For the dark wolf smote him upon his chest

And soon Huan lay beside.

Huan was a caring beast

Who had carried Tinuviel far

Now he died fighting the wolf

In the woods where wild things are.

Before he died he slew Carcharoth

Whose stomach was cut wide

Shining with the light of the Trees

Lay the Silmaril inside

Mablung the Elf took the jewel

And laid it in the hand of Beren,

They bore him back to the king

And weep did Luthien.

But before he passed his last words were spoken

After a battle well fought,

"Now is the Quest achieved," he said,

"And my doom full-wrought."

And so he came to halls of Mandos

Waiting for Luthien

At last she fell like a cut-off flower

And her spirit came to Beren.

She sang a song to Mandos

Of the sorrows of the world

It was the fairest, the most beautiful

That any have ever heard.

It is forever unchanged, unperishable

Still sung by the beautiful Valinor

She knelt before Mandos

And he was moved as never before.

And so he gave her two choices:

To go to Earth as a mortal with Beren

Or to go and stay with the Valar

Soon doom was sealed for Luthien.

For she chose to stay with her lover

Rather than leave him for eternal life

And so they walked the earth as mortals

Bothered never by sword or knife.

None know where they dwelt together

For they spoke no more to mortal man

No-one knows where their bodies lie

For their spirits have passed from this land.

So remember the beauty of Luthien

Though she has faded from this world

And remember fair, brave Beren

For this is a story to be remembered, and heard.

A/N: I orginally wrote this for the website for original fiction (fricking thing won't let me write the address; my name on there is 'angst-author'), but I wasn't quite sure...yeah. I wrote it last year or something. I'm quite happy with it, but there are a few slip-ups here that I can't really fix.