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How Lúthien and Daeron first met
Daeron dances in the shady clearing, the soft whisper of his robe melding with his lyrical voice as he sings of the imminent moonrise. Alone, he lets his voice soar as the moon rises higher, bathing the clearing in silver light. A sudden rustle from nearby bushes cuts into his song, and he freezes as a raven-haired girl enters the glade.
"That's beautiful; may I join you?" she asks with a bright smile. "Your song deserves at least another dancer."
Daeron hesitates, caught between fleeing and happiness at her compliment. After a moment, he smiles shyly. "I would like that."