Daughter Of Dragons: A Hobbit Fanfiction

Beren And Lúthien

The song above is sung by Clamavi De Profundis, and they composed the music as well. The lyrics are J.R.R. Tolkien's poem, The Song Of Beren And Lúthien.

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Valadhiel had finished her dance with Glandur, and when she'd finished, she looked over at Thorin. He still stood in a corner. She had been hoping that he would come over and dance with her, especially after he had seemed so jealous of Glandur. She quickly looked away from him when she saw him turn his head towards her.

She was about to walk back over to the dwarves, when someone in the crowd raised his voice and said, "Valadhiel sing us a song!". Valadhiel turned and looked at the elf, then at the others when they began to agree with the other elf and asked her to sing them a song. She hesitated, but when the elflings began begging her to sing as well, she smiled and walked onto the little "stage" that had been set up.

"Alright, I'll sing for you all." Valadhiel replied. It was most likely around nine thirty at night, so the celebration would no doubt be over soon. She decided she'd sing a song that would wind everyone down for the night. She turned to the minstrels, murmured something to them in elvish, and soon they began to play the music. She then gestured for Glandur to come on up with her. This song was beautiful when sung in a duet. They decided that they would sing in Westron, that way the dwarves and Bilbo could enjoy the tale.

"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.
Tinúviel 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 hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.