[Tauriel]

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- Then listen. I love you, Nightingale. You’re dearer to me than my life. I will ask King Thingol, your father, for your hand, if you agree. I’ve been thinking a lot and I have decided that I must tell you this. Nothing else matters. I don’t care about this prophecy, I will never be happy without you. I love you. I dream to share my life with you. To hold you, to kiss your lips. To… why keep back… to perceive you like a man perceives a woman. I want to have your children. I'm asking you to share all my life with me – as much as the One allows me to have – to be with me in joy and in sorrow. And I’m warning you that there will be more sorrow, much more, I think. Now tell me: do you agree to be my wife or not? I will accept any answer but here and now. You have no time for reflection.
- I do not need it, Beren. I love you and I agree to share a single fate for two of us. Be you cursed or blessed, it was your call, which my heart has answered to. By the laws of Eldar it means that you are my husband and that I am destined to love you. And as for the laws of Men, them I do not know.
With beating heart Beren stepped forward, put his arms around the maiden’s waist and drew her closer, carefully touching her brow and temples with his numb lips. Then their lips met… Luthien’s dress got wet at the front when she was pressed to his shirt. His wet hair tickled her wrists and stubble, unknown to the Elves, pricked her hands when she was caressing his face.
He was kissing her as if for the first time in life. As if for the last time. He couldn't imagine before that such thing was possible. That initial desire he had experienced in the first day was… No, not gone but was utterly absorbed by another, more powerful feeling – like fire absorbed fire. Now even this fire was replaced by a new, more powerful and pure flame. In this flame all the filth inside the human soul has been first revealed and then burnt out completely, without even ashes left. He could not make a name for this new fire but he saw it in Luthien's eyes and he understood that he had been wrong all his life by calling other things with this name: the boyish obsession with the first call of awakening masculinity; the exiled loner's unspoken yearning for warm and care; the admiration at the singing half-goddess and the call of flesh; the worship of the greatness of mind and soul… None of these disappeared but they have been cleansed, changed and took their own and not other's places in thoughts and in soul. Beren was reigned over by love, free and pure.

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