Dark as midnight was her hair,
And her eyes were sapphires bright.
Her voice was like the song of birds
As she danced with feet so light.
This was Luthien, Thingol's daughter,
For she danced with elven grace,
While in the shadows watched Beren,
An man of mortal race.
Luthien saw him watching her,
So she cast a spell and fled.
And there Beren, a statue, stood,
Though he was not dead.
Eventually, the trance wore off,
And Beren found her once more.
He called out the name "Tinuviel,"
And Luthien fled no more.
She loved him from that moment on,
But this was not Thingol's will,
And he would not let Beren marry her
'Till he brough
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hill