Andave Namarie
Collenyet mi ranquinya i lome i orqui minya tulle mir norenya. Palpane
ar lumba, varyanenyet ulcollo. Lemnente imica lienya an asta. Tuonta
envinyatane lelyanente oar, i umbar marda or romarnta.
Si colonta orta ar i ambar ahya.
Si i quendi oante ar nostalenya hilyuvat la, la mir i falasi endoreva
var pella.
Man lemyuva vantea nun yerna olwarinya, ar tira asn i lenca autea
nostalenya, i mellyrn?
Translation: Long
Farewell
I carried them in my arms the night the orcs first came into my
land. Beaten and weary, I protected them from evil. They remained among
my people for a month. Their strength renewed, they traveled away, the
fate of the world on their shoulders.
Now their burden is lifted and the world is changed.
Now the elves have left and my kind will not follow them, not to the
shores of middle earth or beyond.
Who will remain to walk underneath my worn branches, and watch with me
the slow passing of my kind, the mallorns?
