To explain the setting: This story isn't meant to be canonical in any way. In the stories, there is no way that Thingol would have let Celegorm into Doriath, much less near the gates of Menegroth. But I just liked the idea of a stalker-ish Celegorm watching Luthien and so I wrote the drabble. Hope you can forgive me for it.
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The songs led him to the tree. He would stand for hours listening to the faint and drifting melody that floated like gossamer on the wind. Day after day he went, leaving the caves for the sunlight and the lonely voice.
Green leaves floated far above his head, reaching out on massive limbs and stretching branches. The ground at his feet danced with the play of light and shadow. The wind would quicken, and he would catch glimpses of blue sky and white cloud, and the dazzling radiance of the sun.
The guards beneath the tree watched him warily, but he never tried to approach. He would only stand beneath the lesser trees, and listen. Listen to the voice and watch the sun gild the pale, smooth bark of the massive tree.
Occasionally he would see a flash of pale movement among the leaves. A glimpse of black, like a raven's wing, as the song faltered. He could almost see the fire burning in her eyes. Almost. And then the movement was gone, and the song would ring out once more.
He wondered how long they thought the tree could hold her. He knew it could not be very long.
But he would come while he still had the chance, and stand in the shadows, listening.