The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
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,
Beren was royalty from the House of Bëor, but his kingdom was destroyed in his youth, and thus he lived the life of a ranger, originally with his father and ten loyal followers, but later a solitary existence, with the aid of animals. He harassed the servants of Morgoth so much that the price on his head was the same as that of Fingon, the Elvish Noldor High-King. 
 Beren’s origins is one of several aspects of his life which find echo in his distant descendent Aragorn (in fact, Aragorn wore the ring of Barahir, first given to Beren’s father).