I wrote this poem as an alliterative verse, but the rhyme just crept in.
Lo! Lovely Lúthien the fair
most fair that mortal mind did flare
in the grey forest fair and fey
where later Beren wounded lay
where walked and danced she warded dear
from the dank dark so deadly near
by music long with longing made
from Daeron’s flute so fleeting played.