If Lúthien's mother could enchant Thingol to keep on standing there (though, let's be frank, I think it was a nice metaphor for a lot of spoiled sheets... errr, crumpled grass ;)), it's no wonder that Lúthien herself could get rid of the guards. Though, I think they woulda had a lot to watch ;)

Jokes aside, this is elegant and atmospheric :) The imagery is beautiful, the tone of this fic conveys both elusiveness, mystery and sensuality. Well, it's my first femslash story I've ever read and I'm very glad to give it a go. Perhaps it is time to broaden my fanfiction horizons :) Also, it is a great response to the prompt.

Excellent stuff!