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Once upon a time in the farthest reaches of Middle-earth, where elves and mortals hardly shared more than a glance, an unlikely love blossomed. It was the Elven prince Lúthien, a beauty that even the moon blushed at, and a scruffy, human adventurer named Beren who, let’s be real, didn’t even have a proper sword half the time. Their romance? Not your average “meet cute.” You see, Beren didn’t just fall for any elf; he fell for the "princess" of all elves. The problem? Her dad, Thingol, was the overprotective type with a twist: he wanted Beren to go on an errand of death before even thinking of a blessing. And what was this task? Oh, nothing big—just to steal a Silmaril from the iron crown of Morgoth, a Dark Lord so terrifying that even Sauron took notes. Imagine asking for your girlfriend’s hand, and her dad says, “Sure, just go steal a literal gem from Satan.” Yeah, that’s Beren’s life now. But, as any good love story goes, Lúthien wasn’t about to let her man go alone. She wa...