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,
A 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 brought him a Silmaril.