Daeron's head was spinning as he made his way back to Menegroth. Why had Lúthien kissed that man? Half of Doriath had tried to court her at one time or another, and she had rejected all of them. But now this man comes by and she kisses him. He was little more than a child. All men were. What could she possibly see in him that could not be found in another elf?
No, something else was going on here, it had to be. This man could not have won her heart, when so many others had failed. He had tricked her in some way, or she was too innocent to see him for what he really was. She could not truly love him. This had to be stopped.
So, when he reached Menegroth, he went straight to Thingol's chambers, and knocked as loudly as he could on the door. One of Thingol's guard answered.
"I need to speak to the king," Daeron told him, "I have something he needs to hear."
The guard looked at him with irritation. "Daeron, it is the middle of the night. No song is that important." He moved to close the door, but Daeron stopped him.
"This isn't about a song," Daeron protested. "It's about his daughter."
"Daeron, she isn't interested. I would urge you to find some other target for your affections," the guard impatiently.
"Lúthien is in danger."
The guard sighed. "Fine, come in."
Daeron was lead to a sitting room inside while the guard set off down the hallway which connected Thingol and Melian's chambers. He returned with Thingol, who had a long gray robe thrown hastily about him. His silver hair was tousled by sleep, but his eyes were alert.
"Belfaron said you had urgent news concerning Lúthien?"
"Yes, I'm afraid I do," said Daeron sadly. "She was out in the woods with a man."
"A man? Are you sure? How did a man get past our borders?" asked Thingol.
"I do not know," Daeron replied, "But I am certain it was a man. They were speaking together, and seemed very familiar with one another. And then, then man kissed her."
Shock and anger filled Thingol's face. "Did she kiss him back?"
"Yes," Daeron answered.
Thingol sighed wearily and rested his head in his hand. "Well, I suppose that is better, but it does make things more difficult," he said to himself. Then he turned to Daeron. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will make sure that it ends here."
