Warnings: reference to canonical character death
Luthien, who shimmered among beeches as if she was made of shadows star-dusted, Luthien, who rose to impossible challenges, undaunted, leaving Sauron and Morgoth behind her in the dust—retreats into domesticity? Scrubs, sweeps and dusts, maybe all while wearing a Silmaril? Except, to her, that might not be retreat—she was never afraid to get her hands dirty.
Or: Luthien reigns even among those who refused all kingship after Denethor?
Luthien, mother and ancestress, recedes from our questioning, vanishes behind the spray of Ossiriand’s waterfalls, blows away, too soon, in a quiet sigh of dust.
The nightingale still sings.