O Luthien! Tinúviel!

by Lady Voldything

Arwen's story, in her own words, and a plea for help and courage in her darkest days after Aragorn's from the only one who has shared that kind of grief.

This is Arwen's story and her fearful plea in her time of misery to the
only person she knows has shared her grief- her lost great-grandmother,
Luthien Tinúviel. If you read the Appendix that the meeting is in, then the
dialogue should be familiar to you.

DISCLAIMER: well, I own a lot of things, but Middle-Earth is not one of
them. The Great Master Tolkien got there first. And I firmly believe that
he AND Melkor will rise again!!! MUAHAHAHAHA thud

O Luthien! Tinúviel!

I sang in gladness, clear and fair,
They say my beauty no words can tell,
A man called to my lost forbear,
"O Luthien! Tinúviel!"

Why didst thou call me by that name?
Thy beauty trapped me in a spell
Worthy of that fairest dame,
Lost Luthien Tinúviel.

In that sweet moment doom was laid
On I, Arwen Undomiel,
Who had forgotten the ballad
Of Luthien Tinúviel.

I and my brethren have a choice,
As children of the Halfelven:
To heed the Sea's clear calling voice,
or pass away as Luthien.

I made my choice in solemn pledge:
I choose a mortal life with thee.
Even unto dying edge,
Away from thou I'll never flee.

This mortal to whom I gave my love
Was greater than most Humankind;
Fair of speech, as down of dove,
With quiet yet uplifting mind.

Aragorn son of Arathorn,
Gondor and Arnor's long-lost king,
Had called to me through branch and thorn
When he heard my spirit sing.

That meeting was yet long ago,
And now in Homely House I dwell,
To watch the Elven river flow
And dream of fey Tinúviel.

Did Luthien Tinúviel
Feel this heartache in the dawn?
Watch her love ride to darkness fell,
Feel the pain after he had gone.

With sword reforged, and Halfling spry,
I knew their task was critical.
But why then did my spirit cry
To see him leaving Rivendell?

Elrond Halfelven, my Ada,
Knew of my unwav'ring love,
Bade me live in the land of Varda
Eternally under stars above.

But in this I did not falter,
Though this choice would Death befall
My promise to him not to alter
Our love undying, my mortal.

O'er months long I waited for him
But then, the news! Sauron hath fell!
To Minas Tirith, no longer grim,
We set out from Rivendell.

And at last, beyond the years,
To see my true love's face once more
Is sweeter than all stars and fears
I gave my immortality for.

Then we were wedded, king and queen
Now I a mortal woman be,
Joyful lifetimes, our children seen
As fair and strong heirs to me.

Now it's two hundred years or more
Since our happy wedding day,
And seeing Mandos open the door,
Aragorn hath passed away.

Tinúviel! O Luthien!
Thy sorrow was like well-thrown spear
With death of thy love Beren, then,
My sorrow's within a single tear.

Ada foresaw this long ago,
Of this black day he tried to tell.
But I listened not, so now I go
As Luthien Tinúviel.

O Luthien! Tinúviel!
I was not born to meet this day,
Of Death no songs nor stories tell,
Only ships and shores of grey.

O Luthien! Tinúviel!
This thing I fear, this iron Death,
To never see nor sing nor tell,
For how can I without my breath?

I am afraid, O Luthien,
To meet the keeper of the Dead.
I shall not see Lothlorien,
Or anything in years ahead.

O Luthien! Tinúviel!
When my spirit grey Death shall seize,
Will Estel and Undomiel
Meet beyond the Sund'ring Seas?

The years were long for Evenstar.
I hear Mandos say where I must dwell.
Now I rejoin my Elessar,
And Luthien Tinúviel.

See the pretty purple button? Push! Who's a good boy....