Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
The borders of Doriath were guarded by the Girdle of Melian – a creation of King Thingol’s Maia (minor goddess) wife, Melian. It created impenetrable walls of shadow, which only permitted those given permission to enter by the Queen or King. 
 However, the sheer force of fate allowed Beren to pass by this supposedly impossible barricade. 
