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This [[Cantos of the Lay of Leithian|Canto]] speaks of [[Lúthien Tinúviel]] after the departure of [[Beren Erchamion|Beren]] and how she went to her mother [[Melian]] and friend [[Dairon]], begging for aid, from the first foresight and from the second music.  Melian said that Beren was in the dungeons of [[Thû]], and Dairon refused to play any music.  A second time Dairon betrayed her, this time out of love, to her father [[Thingol]], who placed her in a guarded treehouse.  But by magic she grew out her hair and made a robe and rope of it "a magic dress / that all was drenched in drowsiness".  Lowering the rope she put to sleep her guards and escaped.
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This [[Cantos of the Lay of Leithian|Canto]] speaks of [[Lúthien|Lúthien Tinúviel]] after the departure of [[Beren]] and how she went to her mother [[Melian]] and friend [[Dairon]], begging for aid, from the first foresight and from the second music.  Melian said that Beren was in the dungeons of [[Thû]], and Dairon refused to play any music.  A second time Dairon betrayed her, this time out of love, to her father [[Thingol]], who placed her in a guarded treehouse.  But by magic she grew out her hair and made a robe and rope of it "a magic dress / that all was drenched in drowsiness".  Lowering the rope she put to sleep her guards and escaped.
  
== The Canto ==
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[[File:Ted Nasmith - Lúthien Escapes the Treehouse.jpg|thumb|right|250px|'''Lúthien Escapes the Treehouse''' by [[Ted Nasmith]]. ''Note:There are several innacuracies; see below'']]
[[Image:Ted Nasmith - Lúthien Escapes the Treehouse.jpg|thumb|right|250px|''Lúthien Escapes the Treehouse'' by [[Ted Nasmith]]]]
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<blockquote>So days drew on from the mournful day;<br>
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the curse of silence no more lay<br>
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on [[Doriath]], though [[Dairon]]'s flute<br>
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and [[Lúthien]]'s singing both were mute.<br>
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The murmurs soft awake once more<br>
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about the woods, the [[Esgalduin|waters]] roar<br>
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past the great gates of [[Menegroth|Thingol's halls]];<br>
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but no dancing step of Lúthien falls<br>
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on turf or leaf.  For she forlorn,<br>
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where stumbled once, where bruised and torn,<br>
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with longing on him like a dream,<br>
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had [[Beren Erchamion|Beren]] sat by shrouded stream<br>
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[[Esgalduin]] the dark and strong,<br>
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she sat and mourned in a low song:<br>
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"Endless roll the waters past!<br>
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To this my love hath come at last,<br>
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enchanted waters pitiless,<br>
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a heartache and a loneliness."</blockquote>
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<blockquote>The summer turns. In branches tall<br>
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==Concerning the Canto==
she hears the pattering raindrops fall,<br>
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the windy tide in leafy seas,<br>
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the creaking of the countless trees;<br>
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and longs unceasing and in vain<br>
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to hear one calling once again<br>
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the tender name that nightingales<br>
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were called of old.  Echo fails.<br>
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"[[Tinúviel]]!  Tinúviel!"<br>
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the memory is like a knell,<br>
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a faint and far-off tolling bell:<br>
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"Tinúviel!  Tinúviel!"</blockquote>
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<blockquote>"O mother [[Melian]], tell to me<br>
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After Beren is gone, the forest falls into solemn silence:
some part of what thy dark eyes see!<br>
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Tell of thy magic where his feet<br>
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are wandering! What foes him meet?<br>
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O mother, tell me, lives he still<br>
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treading the desert and the hill?<br>
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Do sun and moon above him shine,<br>
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do the rains fall on him, mother mine?"</blockquote>
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<blockquote>"Nay, Lúthien my child, I fear<br>
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<blockquote>
he lives indeed in bondage drear.<br>
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''So days drew on from the mournful day;<br>
The [[Sauron|Lord of wolves]] hath [[Tol-in-Gaurhoth|prisons]] dark,<br>
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''the curse of silence no more lay<br>
chains and enchantments cruel and stark,<br>
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''on Doriath, though Dairon's flute<br>
there trapped and bound and languishing<br>
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''and Lúthien's singing both were mute.<br>
now Beren dreams that thou dost sing."</blockquote>
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</blockquote>
  
<blockquote>"Then I alone must go to him<br>
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Lúthien sings only quietly this medley of mourning:
and dare the dread in dungeons dim;<br>
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for none there be that will him aid<br>
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in all the world, save elven-maid<br>
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whose only skill were joy and song,<br>
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and both have failed and left her long."<br>
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The nought said Melian thereto,<br>
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though wild the words. She wept anew,<br>
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and ran through the woods like hunted deer<br>
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with her hair streaming and eyes of fear.<br>
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Dairon she found with ferny crown<br>
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silently sitting on beech-leaves brown.<br>
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On the earth she cast her at his side.<br>
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"O Dairon, Dairon, my tears," she cried,<br>
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"now pity for our old days' sake!<br>
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Make me a music for heart's ache,<br>
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for heart's despair, and for heart's dread,<br>
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for light gone dark and laughter dead!"</blockquote>
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<blockquote>"But for music dead there is no note,"<br>
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<blockquote>
Dairon answered, and at his throat<br>
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'' 'Endless roll the waters past!<br>
his fingers clutched. Yet his pipe he took,<br>
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''To this my love hath come at last,<br>
and sadly trembling the music shook;<br>
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''enchanted waters pitiless,<br>
and all things stayed while that piping went<br>
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''a heartache and a loneliness.'<br>
wailing in the hollows, and there intent<br>
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</blockquote>
they listened, their business and mirth,<br>
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their hearts' gladness and the light of earth<br>
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forgotten; and bird-voices failed<br>
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while Dairon's flute in Doriath wailed.<br>
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Lúthien wept not for very pain,<br>
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and when he ceased she spoke again:<br>
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"My friend, I have a need of friends,<br>
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as he who a long dark journey wends,<br>
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and fears the road, yet dare not turn<br>
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and look back where the candles burn<br>
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in windows he has left.  The night<br>
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in front, he doubts to find the light<br>
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that far beyond the hills he seeks."<br>
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And thus of Melian's words she speaks,<br>
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and of her doom and her desire<br>
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to climb the [[Iron Mountains|mountains]], and the fire<br>
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and ruin of the [[Angband|Northern realm]]<br>
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to dare, a maiden without helm<br>
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or sword, or strength of hardy limb,<br>
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where magic founders and grows dim.<br>
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His aid she sought to guide her forth<br>
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and find the pathways to the North,<br>
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if he would not for love of her<br>
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go by her side a wanderer.<br>
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"Wherefor," said he, "Should Dairon go<br>
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into direst peril earth doth know<br>
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for the sake of mortal who did steal<br>
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his laughter and joy?  No love I feel<br>
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for Beren son of [[Barahir son of Bregor|Barahir]],<br>
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nor weep for him in dungeons drear,<br>
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who in this wood have chains enow,<br>
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heavy and dark.  But thee, I vow,<br>
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I will defend from perils fell<br>
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and deadly wandering into [[Angband|hell]]."</blockquote>
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''(To be continued. You can help Tolkien Gateway by completing this article)''
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After learning from Melian of Beren's fate, she seeks comfort in Dairon, begging him to make her music to aid her heart.
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<blockquote>
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'' On earth she cast her at his side.<br>
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'' 'O Dairon, Dairon, my tears,' she cried,<br>
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'' 'now pity for our old days' sake!<br>
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'' for heart's despair, and for heart's dread<br>
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'' for light gone dakr and laughter dead!'<br>
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</blockquote>
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But "for music dead there is no note", replies Dairon, though he plays a wailing melody that causes all creatures, birds and elves, to forget their happiness.  Though Lúthien entreats him then to come with her to seek Beren, he replies firmly
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<blockquote>
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''  'Wherefore,' said he, 'should Dairon go<br>
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''into direst peril earth doth know<br>
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''for the sake of mortal who did steal<br>
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''his laughter and joy? No love I feel<br>
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''for Beren son of Barahir,<br>
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''nor weep for him in dungeons drear,<br>
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''who in this wood have chains enow,<br>
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''heavy and dark.  But thee, I vow,<br>
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''I will defend from perils fell<br>
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''and deadly wandering into hell.'<br>
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</blockquote>
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This indeed does Dairon do, for he warns the King of Lúthien's apparent madness.  Thingol "in angry love and half in fear" locks her up in a treehouse, not wanting to bind her in his caverns.  Lúthien, though forgiving Dairon, pines for Beren.
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<blockquote>
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''  Yet long the hours when she must sit<br>
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''and see the subeams dance and flit<br>
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''in beechen leaves, or watch the stars<br>
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''peep on clear nights between the bars<br>
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''of beechen brancehs.  And one night<br>
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''just ere the changing of the light<br>
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''a dream there came, from the Gods, maybe,<br>
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''or Melian's magic.  She dreamed that she<br>
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''heard Beren's voice o'er hill and fell<br>
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'' 'Tinúviel' call, 'Tinúviel.'<br>
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''And her heart answered 'Let me be gone<br>
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''to seek him no others think upon!'<br>
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</blockquote>
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Following is a detailed description of her magic art to grow out her hair.  Then she weaves them with a borrowed loom
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''. . . Of cloudy hair<br>
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''she wove a web like misty air<br>
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''of moonless night, and thereof made<br>
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''a robe as fluttering-dark as shade<br>
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''beneath great trees, a magic dress<br>
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''that all was drenched with drowsiness.<br>
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</blockquote>
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And finally as the sun goes down she causes the guards to fall asleep with the rope, and
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<blockquote>
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''Now clad as in a colud she hung;<br>
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''now down her ropéd hair she swung<br>
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''as light as squirrel, and away,<br>
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''away, she danced, and who could say<br>
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''what paths she took, whose elvish feet<br>
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''no impress made a-dancing fleet?<br>
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</blockquote>

Revision as of 17:07, 9 June 2012

Lay of Leithian cantos
  1. Canto I
  2. Canto II
  3. Canto III
  4. Canto IV
  5. Canto V
  6. Canto VI
  7. Canto VII
  8. Canto VIII
  9. Canto IX
  10. Canto X
  11. Canto XI
  12. Canto XII
  13. Canto XIII
  14. Canto XIV

This Canto speaks of Lúthien Tinúviel after the departure of Beren and how she went to her mother Melian and friend Dairon, begging for aid, from the first foresight and from the second music. Melian said that Beren was in the dungeons of Thû, and Dairon refused to play any music. A second time Dairon betrayed her, this time out of love, to her father Thingol, who placed her in a guarded treehouse. But by magic she grew out her hair and made a robe and rope of it "a magic dress / that all was drenched in drowsiness". Lowering the rope she put to sleep her guards and escaped.

Lúthien Escapes the Treehouse by Ted Nasmith. Note:There are several innacuracies; see below

Concerning the Canto

After Beren is gone, the forest falls into solemn silence:

So days drew on from the mournful day;
the curse of silence no more lay
on Doriath, though Dairon's flute
and Lúthien's singing both were mute.

Lúthien sings only quietly this medley of mourning:

'Endless roll the waters past!
To this my love hath come at last,
enchanted waters pitiless,
a heartache and a loneliness.'

After learning from Melian of Beren's fate, she seeks comfort in Dairon, begging him to make her music to aid her heart.

On earth she cast her at his side.
'O Dairon, Dairon, my tears,' she cried,
'now pity for our old days' sake!
for heart's despair, and for heart's dread
for light gone dakr and laughter dead!'

But "for music dead there is no note", replies Dairon, though he plays a wailing melody that causes all creatures, birds and elves, to forget their happiness. Though Lúthien entreats him then to come with her to seek Beren, he replies firmly

'Wherefore,' said he, 'should Dairon go
into direst peril earth doth know
for the sake of mortal who did steal
his laughter and joy? No love I feel
for Beren son of Barahir,
nor weep for him in dungeons drear,
who in this wood have chains enow,
heavy and dark. But thee, I vow,
I will defend from perils fell
and deadly wandering into hell.'

This indeed does Dairon do, for he warns the King of Lúthien's apparent madness. Thingol "in angry love and half in fear" locks her up in a treehouse, not wanting to bind her in his caverns. Lúthien, though forgiving Dairon, pines for Beren.

Yet long the hours when she must sit
and see the subeams dance and flit
in beechen leaves, or watch the stars
peep on clear nights between the bars
of beechen brancehs. And one night
just ere the changing of the light
a dream there came, from the Gods, maybe,
or Melian's magic. She dreamed that she
heard Beren's voice o'er hill and fell
'Tinúviel' call, 'Tinúviel.'
And her heart answered 'Let me be gone
to seek him no others think upon!'

Following is a detailed description of her magic art to grow out her hair. Then she weaves them with a borrowed loom

. . . Of cloudy hair
she wove a web like misty air
of moonless night, and thereof made
a robe as fluttering-dark as shade
beneath great trees, a magic dress
that all was drenched with drowsiness.

And finally as the sun goes down she causes the guards to fall asleep with the rope, and

Now clad as in a colud she hung;
now down her ropéd hair she swung
as light as squirrel, and away,
away, she danced, and who could say
what paths she took, whose elvish feet
no impress made a-dancing fleet?