[ In the future (in the past), they'll meet like this in the first days of spring, and Luthien (like a sensible girl) will run from the ragged wild stranger who calls her, only to meet him again, later.
But this is a different garden, and a different Beren. There's streaks of grey in his hair, and laugh lines around his eyes, and so, so much love in them. Not the adoration of one struck, but the love that takes a lifetime to build.
Also, he doesn't look like a ragged vagabond. There's that. ]
Luthien? [ He blinks at her confusedly ] Of course I mean you, beloved.
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But this is a different garden, and a different Beren. There's streaks of grey in his hair, and laugh lines around his eyes, and so, so much love in them. Not the adoration of one struck, but the love that takes a lifetime to build.
Also, he doesn't look like a ragged vagabond. There's that. ]
Luthien? [ He blinks at her confusedly ] Of course I mean you, beloved.