Title: Shadowy Cloak
Warnings: allusion to past imprisonment and canonical character death (Finrod's)
Disclaimer: Tolkien's--this is just a tiny gapfiller.
A/N: After Luthien has freed Beren from the dungeons and the Isle of Werewolves, he lays eyes on her shadow cloak of enchantment for the first time
He picked up the cloak.
‘Put that down’, said Luthien, sharply. Beren dropped it in haste, even as she added: ‘Unless you want to take a nap right where you stand…’
He was indeed feeling an unnatural drowsiness—as if it had crept up through his arm. He looked at her wonderingly. This was all a different kind of power—he thought---than the kind he had seen in her in Doriath, dancing.
It had become difficult to remember Doriath, in the darkness, imprisoned with Finrod. Dorthonion had been easier to remember—and Nan Dungortheb.
But now Luthien was here.