whispers into the night what if what if
lúthien singing her song and lulling morgoth and his court into slumber
weaving her way to the heart of darkness in beleriand and rendering it utterly vulnerable, accomplishing what few others would do
valaraukar and fell beasts of all manner falling at her feet - and morgoth, in all his might, falls too.
angband’s throne stands empty: beren goes to claim the silmaril and lúthien declares no, it’s not enough
she’s her own kind of darkness after all, and morgoth can keep his cruel designs
that throne will suit her just fine