Instadrabbles (delayed dribbles) by 0ur_Ouroboros  

Anthem (how we get the lights out)

Verses from Leonard Cohen, “Anthem”

Ah, the wars they will be fought again

The holy dove, she will be caught again

Bought and sold, and bought again

The dove is never free

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in

Beren wraps his arms around Lúthien and inhales the scent of her skin, her hair. “My dove, my light,” he murmurs, moving her hair aside to place kisses along her nape. 

“Are we fools enough to attempt this task? When death comes for me, may it be swift, may it buy you time for escape. When you return to your father, tell him then that I could not afford your bride-price after all. He will have to try to sell you again.” 

“If a fool is among us, then it is only my father,” she says, leaning into his touch.

“But I have a plan. Listen.” Beren thinks he could do nothing else. 

“Morgoth has a weakness, a crack, the birds have told me. I will go to him, a perfect offering, my song ringing bells. He will accept, he will forget, and he will sleep. You see, there is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how we’ll get the lights out.”

“These lights I hate more than Morgoth himself, though your father values them more than you. More than your life, it seems.”

“That is a war we will fight again. But later. Now, prepare for Angband.”