The Tale of Beren and Lúthien
Again she fled, but swift he came.
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel.
When I was 15 or 16 - I slept really well then. Now I sleep on a bed of anxiety-tipped nails.