If Beren without her memories can get her out of Menegroth, she's confident Beren with her memories can get them both out of Nargothrond, if it proves necessary. They'll follow.

They're led to a nice receiving room shortly within Nargothrond's gate, and aren't left waiting long before Finrod enters, smiling. "This was strange news to hear," he says. "It's been a short while, my Lady Luthien." And to Beren: "And I haven't forgotten what Barahir did for me, though you're much taller than the last time I saw you."

"We thank you for your hospitality, Lord Felagund."

Beren nods. "We've traveled far, and your halls are lovely."

"My father remembered you well, though I'm sad to say he died fighting the Enemy about four years ago."

"Sad news indeed," he says, softly. "Later, perhaps, you can tell me of him, so I may mourn properly."

"For now - tell me, what brings you both to my halls? I had thought you never traveled outside of Doriath, Lady Luthien."

"Elu Thingol has set a quest to my betrothed before he will give his blessing to our union. I did not wish her to travel alone."

"Congratulations," he says after a moment of surprise. "The House of Beor are honorable folk."

He smiles at them. "So you have come to me for a waypoint?"

"And what aid you may render, though it need not be much. Maps, supplies, information, the like."

He nods. "Of course."

"What is the quest?"

"To retrieve a Silmaril from the crown of Morgoth and bear it back to him in her hand."

He frowns. "An immense task... I'm - surprised, if King Thingol permitted you to accompany your betrothed."

"It was a point of contention."

"I'm confident I can see it done, or at least as far as I might - I have spent my life opposing the Enemy, and this seems no great additional burden. But I am honored and delighted than Luthien chose to accompany me."

"You'll need all the help you can get," he says, solemnly.

"I can do no less for her."

He nods.

"Doriath has ever been friends of ours, and I owe Barahir my life - I'll do what I can for you both."

"You would have our gratitude."

"Thank you."

He smiles a little. "We'll get you settled, with proper food and bed, first though."

Smile. "Thanks."

And off for that; it's late enough that there's not much else in the day before dinner, and Beren's sore and dusty enough she'd like to bathe rather than socialize. 

A bath sounds like just the thing they need.

With nice craft soaps and fluffy towels... Nothing they've had bathing in streams.

The height of luxury.

Does Luthien want to share? 

Oh, what a daring question.