Then Beren looking up beheld the eyes of Lúthien, and his glance went also to the face of
Melian and it seemed to him that words were put into his mouth. Fear left him, and the pride of the
eldest house of Men returned to him; and he said: 'My fate, O King, led me hither, through perils
such as few even of the Elves would dare. And here I have found what I sought not indeed, but
finding I would possess for ever. For it is above all gold and silver, and beyond all jewels. Neither
rock, nor steel, nor the fires of Morgoth, nor all the powers of the Elf-kingdoms, shall keep from me
the treasure that I desire. For Lúthien your daughter is the fairest of all the Children of the World.'

Then Thingol looked upon Beren in scorn and anger; but Melian was silent. 'Who are you',
said the King, 'that come hither as a thief, and unbidden dare to approach my throne?'
But Beren being filled with dread, for the splendour of Menegroth and the majesty of Thingol
were very great, answered nothing. Therefore Lúthien spoke, and said: 'He is Beren son of Barahir,
lord of Men, mighty foe of Morgoth, the tale of whose deeds is become a song even among the
Elves.'
'Let Beren speak!' said Thingol. 'What would you here, unhappy mortal, and for what cause
have you left your own land to enter this, which is forbidden to such as you? Can you show reason
why my power should not be laid on you in heavy punishment for you insolence and folly?'

Hello, with all of the talk about whether ROTK will be accurate to Tolkein, etc. I fear I must make a comment of which many diehard LOTR book lovers will hate me for. But first let me say I LOVE Tolkein's books. He was a literary genius. Maybe that will help you understand I do love the book and mean nothing ill by what I'm about to say.

You see, many people believe PJ should have kept the movies strictly to the book, play by play. Well, first I must point out that if he did so, because there is so much that happens, there would be no depth. One of the reasons it probably hasn't won an oscar (though I daresay it deserves it!) is because the in film, deep character depth and psychological understanding of a character is very important. Now, drama is basically a showcase for acting. Movies like A Beautiful Mind are excellent acting. People come away going "Wow, that man is so talented, he completely disappeared into the character." Unfortunately, while this same skill may be applied to fantasy, it is less noticed because a lot of the film is telling just what happened, not what it meant . Now, ELijah is one of those actors who can invoke the ""Wow", but just the events actually take away from getting to really see Frodo as well as in say, a Drama (interesting side thought, what sort of drama would Frodo be in?) Basicallly, what I am trying to say is that if PJ had done TOlkein event for event, we would not have time to know the characters at all and would feel disconnected and would frankly not care what was happenning. It would fail to capture our interest. We NEED to know Frodo in an intimate way that that would not provide. A movie is different than a book, it is not something that can be read over the course of a month when a viewer has time. It has to fit into certain time restrictions, or no one will watch it (perhaps with the exception of people like us  ) People expect a book to be more in depth. But that kind of depth just isn't practical in a movie. Does anyone get what I'm trying to say?

So, movies and books are different, what does that mean to diehards like us? What it comes down to is just seperating the movie and film in your mind as entirely seperate entities. Seems difficult? of course, as they both follow roughly the same story. But do you have trouble watching, say, All I Want because it is not like the classic Romeo and Juliet? Of course not. They're entirely different. Well, try and apply the same thing. The movie is so different, just forget it's based on a book while we watch it. Just experience the movie, get lost in it, and don't think about alternate plots, or what they've changed, but what they've created within itself.

I don't know if anyone understands a thing I've saide, but I shall refrain from going on incase I'm boring everyone. If you want me to explain it more I'll try. I just know I've pretty much managed to accomplish this, and I have a passion for both the movie and the book, and neither one upsets me. I left the theater from Two Towers with the same thrill Tolkein's work gives me. There just different, perhaps better suited to their own genres.

Kelsey

Beyond his hope she returned to him where he sat in darkness, and long ago in the Hidden
Kingdom she laid her hand in his. Thereafter often she came to him, and they went in secret through
the woods together from spring to summer; and no others of the Children of Ilúvatar have had joy
so great, though the time was brief.
But Daeron the minstrel also loved Lúthien, and he espied her meetings with Beren, and
betrayed them to Thingol. Then the King was filled with anger, for Lúthien he loved above all
things, setting her above all the princes of the Elves; whereas mortal Men he did not even take into
his service. Therefore he spoke in grief and amazement to Lúthien; but she would reveal nothing,
until he swore an oath to her that he would neither slay Beren nor imprison him. But he sent his
servants to lay hands on him and lead him to Menegroth as a malefactor; and Lúthien forestalling
them led Beren herself before the throne of Thingol, as if he were an honoured guest.

Then the spell of silence fell from Beren, and he called to her, crying Tinúviel; and the
woods echoed the name. Then she halted in wonder, and fled no more, and Beren came to her. But
as she looked on him, doom fell upon her, and she loved him; yet she slipped from his arms and
vanished from his sight even as the day was breaking. Then Beren lay upon the ground in a swoon,
as one slain at once by bliss and grief; and he fell into a sleep as it were into an abyss of shadow,
and waking he was cold as stone, and his heart barren and forsaken. And wandering in mind he
groped as one that is stricken with sudden blindness, and seeks with hands to grasp the vanished
light. Thus he began the payment of anguish for the fate that was laid on him; and in his fate
Lúthien was caught, and being immortal she shared in his mortality, and being free received his
chain; and her anguish was greater than any other of the Eldalië has known.

There came a time near dawn on the eve of spring, and Lúthien danced upon a green hill;
and suddenly she began to sing. Keen, heart-piercing was her song as the song of the lark that rises
from the gates of night and pours its voice among the dying stars, seeing the sun behind the walls of
the world; and the song of Lúthien released the behind the walls of the world; and the song of
Lúthien released the bonds of winter, and the frozen waters spoke, and flowers sprang from the cold
earth where her feet had passed.

But she vanished from his sight; and he became dumb, as one that is bound under a spell, and
he strayed long in the woods, wild and wary as a beast, seeking for her. In his heart he called her
Tinúviel, that signifies Nightingale, daughter of twilight, in the Grey-elven tongue, for he knew no
other name for her. And he saw her afar as leaves in the winds of autumn, and in winter as a star
upon a hill, but a chain was upon his limbs.

It is told in the Lay of Leithian that Beren came stumbling into Doriath grey and bowed as
with many years of woe, so great had been the torment of the road. But wandering in the summer in
the woods of Neldoreth he came upon Lúthien, daughter of Thingol and Melian, at a time of
evening under moonrise, as she danced upon the unfading grass in the glades beside Esgalduin.
Then all memory of his pain departed from him, and he fell into an enchantment; for Lúthien was
the most beautiful of all the Children of Ilúvatar. Blue was her raiment as the unclouded heaven, but
her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was
dark as the shadows of twilight. As the light upon the leaves of trees, as the voice of clear waters, as
the stars above the mists of the world, such was her glory and her loveliness; and in her face was a
shining light.