A new perspective on Tolkien's most legendary and beloved couple.
As another day of our journey ends, she drops beside me to stroke my ears, give me water, and curl up against me for warmth.
The other one, the smelly unwashed Man with the sword, looks at her as if she belongs to him. His only use is to cook the game I kill. Does he not know that he is Luthien’s? And therefore his life is mine to protect and die for, as is hers.