The moon was gleaming through the inky black sky and Varda's stars twinkled merrily through the tall trees of Doriath as Beren searched in vain for the fair maid Luthien. Because of Berens status as an outcast of society, this freed him from slavish adherence to the linear, socially accepted rules of polite society. Thus, his actions cannot be classed as crazed stalking.
Day and night he searched for Luthien in vain, for she had retired to her fathers abode, not through fear of the man, but to continue her historical studies in the contribution of Men and Dwarves to the rich fabric of Middle-earth.
Verily, she returned to her clearing, this time accompanied by her brother, the minstrel Dairon; or Polyphonic Co-ordination Consultant as he may prefer to be called.
Striking up a jaunty tune, as was custom, Luthien began to dance. It was then Dairon noticed the sinister looking man hiding behind the bushes, who, by the state of his apparel, appeared to be unfettered by the confines of regular employment, and worse, appeared to be human, and thus a wholly unsuitable match for the young noble elf.
"Flee Tinuviel, Flee!" He cried, "There is a human man, who by the state of his apparel, is unfettered by the confines of regular employment!" Luthien turned to her brother, hands on hips.
"Excuse me, but as a mature and capable female of full mental capacity, I resent the idea that you believe me to need a male to fend off unwanted advances; if indeed it is unwanted, for I would never presume to judge a male by his race or socio-economic status." Scowling deeply she cried "Sexist! Speciesist!" And Luthien thought hard 'am I guilty of the same judgmental prejudice as my unenlightened brother? Maybe I should give this strange male a chance, employed, or not.' Recognizing overwhelming defeat, Dairon left the pair, being fully aware of the sanctity of a females conviction.
"Who are thou?" Luthien cried, turning to the stranger.
"I am Beren, from across the Bitter Hills, and I would have you teach me to dance, Tinuviel!" And in this way, they travelled the winding paths to the abode of Tinwelint and the deep halls of her home.