Thingol:
A dreary gloom spread its wings over my country.
My daughter is far away and there is no news of her.
I am an unhappy father, and now I am an unhappy king.
Melian:
Wait, we don't have much time left before meeting fate.
(Beren and Lúthien enter)
Beren:
Hey hop, I come king.
Hey hop, through the darkness and pain.
Hey hop, I played my part.
Hey hop, take it, if you please.
Thingol:
We received news twice about your death.
What kind of power invisibly protects you from troubles?
You know how to survive, but what about your word of honor?
Has the search been completed and your vow fulfilled?
Beren:
Hey Hop! Sun in the river.
Hey Hop! Trouble in the distance.
Hey Hop! I came light.
Hey Hop! Stone in hand.
(holds out his crippled hand to Thingol)
Thingol:
I see you're not just mortal
Once you have performed a feat of strength.
I was unfair, I guess
By sending you for the Silmarill.
I'm scared to see how much pain
I brought it in an angry blinding.
I am now of your own free will
I give my blessing.
(with Melian)
Be happy!
Melian:
Sit down, our children, next to us.
Tell your feat in words.
I only guessed a shadow of misfortune.
Thingol (seating Beren next to him):
Tell me, Beren, all over again.
Beren:
With Lúthien we reached the Morgoth Palace,
The Silmarill was mined from a crown of iron.
But we just added to you misery -
Karhorot, who devoured the Stone, is raging in the forests.
Sovereign!
To ward off grief from these lands,
Call the hunt, we'll catch the beast.
(Huang runs in with joyful barking, horns blow, hunters gather)
Choir of hunters:
Hey Hop! The lot fell.
Hey Hop! The day of the battle has arrived.
Hey Hop! Go ahead without fear!
Hey Hop! Karhorot will die!
(Thingol and Beren say goodbye to Lúthien and Melian, leave with the hunters and Juan, the noise of the hunt is heard behind the scene)
Lúthien:
Tell me mom what will be there?
Answer me, directly, what should we expect?
Open the truth to me, I will believe your words.
Where does such sadness come from in your heart?
For the first time I fear for Beren.
Melian:
What if the truth turns out to be terrible?
Lúthien: Let it be.