Lúthien Tinúviel
Lissom maid, Elwë's heart, graceful and fair
Under Doriath trees flows the elven-black hair
Touched by her doom fled from Dorthonion
Her heart is held spellbound by Barahir's son
In Menegroth's cavern her bride price is set
Even a Silmaril two lovers must get
Neldoreth's tree keeps a captive from doom
Till with song and rope hair the Quest may resume
Ill-matched is Sauron 'gainst song and hound teeth
New mistress of Gaurhoth will freedom bequeath
Under earth, in the darkness of Angband held deep
Voice of Tinúviel sends Morgoth to sleep
In achievement is failure; Beren's life is the cost
Elven doom forsaken when the Sea she has crossed
Long dead, the beloved, whom they have lost