The Line Of The Peredhel for Silmsmutweek 2025 by LadySternchen  

Day Six- Stirring

Something stirs in him as he watches her dance, like Spring stirs all around them, subtle yet, but unstoppable. Life stirs in him again, as though his soul has finally registered that his body is his again. He thinks back to how he first glimpsed her dancing that way, flowers springing into bloom at her feet, and how it roused him from his misery then, too. But there is another thing that stirs at her dancing, too, he notes with a mild sense of amusement, and awkwardly gets up to meet her. She lets herself be caught, and brushes through his hair with a dazzling smile on her face. Beren hugs her tightly, pressing her slender body against his, so that she cannot miss the fact that he is hard.

“Nice to see that becoming mortal has not robbed me of this power” she chuckles, before she takes his hand and leads him to where they have discarded their cloaks.

“Wait, you did that on purpose?”

Lúthien only laughs. 

“Ai Beren, life is short, and I do not intend to waste even a moment of it.”

And with that, she casts of her raiments and stands before her in all her glory, and Beren feels his mind go utterly, blissfully blank.