Beren and Luthien costumes were a couples cosplay I've wanted to
do for a very long time, but only recently had the guts to try. The
challenge of doing Beren and Luthien costumes was that unlike the Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit with their movies there's not very much of a
standard fandom visual vocabulary for them, so trying to make them
recognizable was a real challenge.
To do that, I chose to use the patterns that were established for Arwen in The Lord of the Rings but adapted them to colours more suited to Luthien (silver and blue) to harken back to Arwen as Luthien is her grandmother, and added distinguishing features such as the circlet and the larger elf ears (to mark Luthien's Elvish/Maiar heritage), and the belt of woven hemlock blooms. Adapting the full Aragorn costume to Beren was quite a bit more challenging both visually and due to skill, and so I went about modifying and borrowing several different looks: colours from Strider/Aragorn in browns and green, and a less ornate tunic/coat look from the Dwarves in The Hobbit. The most distinguishing features of the Beren costume is, I think, the bloodied and ripped sleeve from when his hand was bitten off by the great wolf Carcharoth, as well as the Ring of Barahir he wears around his neck (which is later passed down to Aragorn and visible in the *Fellowship of the Ring *movie).
And for anyone curious about the arm effect, my husband actually *is*
missing his right forearm, though there was at least one young person at Emerald City Comicon who was convinced it was a special effect.
And I will end simply with this:
*It is told in the Lay of Leithian that Beren came stumbling into Doriath
grey and bowed as with many years of woe, so great had been the torment of the road. But wandering in the summer in the woods of Neldoreth he came upon Lúthien, daughter of Thingol and Melian, at a time of evening under moonrise, as she danced upon the unfading grass in the glades beside Esgalduin. Then all memory of his pain departed from him, and he fell into an enchantment; for Lúthien was the most beautiful of all the Children of Iluvatar. Blue was her raiment as the unclouded heaven, but her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight. As the light upon the leaves of trees, as the voice of clear waters, as the stars above the mists of the world, such was her glory and her loveliness; and in her face was a shining light. *