Beren
Beren:
I’ll go to the Enemy on the iron throne
across the stone desert to the ruler of the night
Tear the Silmaril from his crown.
Finrod:
From doom there’s no escape
How could I have thought it?
It is a ruinous thought
The curse comes back to haunt us
Beren:
You are neglectful, sire.
You live your endless life in happiness
Here is your ring, a useless gift
If you will not stir yourself to help me
Me, pausing to tear out hair: Why, Luthien, why? You could do so much better. Or if you absolutely must have Beren, *why* did you let him go first???
I’ll go to the Enemy on the iron throne
across the stone desert to the ruler of the night
Tear the Silmaril from his crown.
Finrod:
From doom there’s no escape
How could I have thought it?
It is a ruinous thought
The curse comes back to haunt us
Beren:
You are neglectful, sire.
You live your endless life in happiness
Here is your ring, a useless gift
If you will not stir yourself to help me
Me, pausing to tear out hair: Why, Luthien, why? You could do so much better. Or if you absolutely must have Beren, *why* did you let him go first???