A noise.
The bush behind her rustled with movement and her glance came quick. Her confident grey star-lit eyes met a pair of curious brown ones for only a brief moment. That was all she needed to run off through the trees.
A wind.
The wind rushed past her ears and she delighted at the feel of her flying through the trees. Her steps fell light along the trodden grass and she turned in her run. Her dance continued on through the trees and over the hills. But she could still feel him near. Those curious eyes longed to stay on her though she made it difficult.
A step.
Another set of footsteps rang in her keen ears. He was following her. She smiled in innocent delight, this chase becoming lasting. Her gentle steps continued through the bubbling brook, the ends of her sky blue gown sparkling in the water.
A clearing.
The green grass shown bright through the forest as the bright afternoon sun reflected off of it. She stopped in the clearing and listened intently. Her delicate skin radiated with the sunshine glow, her gown sparkled vibrantly and moved gently with the wind, and her shadow black hair flowed in waves over her shoulders. The second pair of footsteps stopped. He was near. A secretive smile played on her rose lips as she watched for those brown curious eyes. But she found them were she did not expect.
A voice.
His voice sounded like the rolling thunder after a storm. The comforting sound behind her made her smile. Her grey curious star-lit eyes met his confident brown ones over her shoulder.
A name.
He wished for her name. Nothing more, although she longed for more. Her heart filled with love at the sight of him. Her sweet voice answered soft like a song.
Lúthien.
Would he tell her his name? She wished to talk with him for hours under the trees, to dance amongst the stars, to be with him as her heart desired it so.
Beren.
His name rang comfortably in her ears as she knew it would. His gentle smile, his messed dark hair, his rough yet kind features, and his wondrous brown eyes. They captivated her like a small elleth. It was then that she knew peace.
A/N: A short depiction of Beren and Lúthien's first meeting.