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Beren and Lúthien

My only long attempt at forum based pencil-and-paper roleplaying games involved a Pathfinder bard. At one point he recites a paraphrase of The Lay of Leithian.

Most strong and brave of men was he,
Enemy of the Sudden Flame,
Slayer of Orcs and lover of beauty,
Beren was his name.

In Beleriand he sought shelter,
In Thingol's Doriath he found a bride.
Daughter of the divine he felt her,
Lúthien singing by his side.

He gathered allies among the Elves,
Seeking bride-price of gem reknowned.
Captured, they lost themselves.
Until rescued by Lúthien and Huan the hound.

In disguise they descended to Angband deep,
To Morgoth's throne for a quest to fulfill.
Lúthien sang the Source of Evil to sleep
Beren took a Silmaril.

But the Dark Lord woke, angry and cruel.
His most dire werewolf blocked their escape.
It bit off Beren's hand and the jewel,
Then fled, going mad, in its monstrous shape.

Who could stand as Carcharoth's bane?
Beren and Huan confronted the beast.
All three fought, all three were slain.
Lúthien fled to the halls of the deceased.

Then Mandos pity discovers
After hearing Tinúviel mourning in song.
He returned life back to the lovers.
In Lindon they danced e'er long.