Sothis requested simply a drabble on Lúthien. So, a 100 words on the morning after.
BRIGHT LIGHT AND SILENCE
Lúthien lay with Beren and the stars wheeled out of course. Through the eaves of their first home, a shabby treehouse a little smaller than her Doriath prison, she saw them ink out all at once, then reappear, dimmer, dearer, and more distant. The night lost it's sheen in the light that shone from Beren beside her. She felt more solid in his arms than ever before, and was momentarily lost. But then she danced and it was opposite, because she could hear no music, there was no restraint, and Beren was watching her.
Free, she thought. We are free.