Disclaimer: The usual. The language is not mine (it's Tolkien's, silly
people!), but the poem does belong to me. Not that anyone'd want to steal
it; this one's rather depressing. Poor random Elf. He just lost someone he
loved. Well, purely free verse here. Enjoy. (Translation is provided in the
next chapter).

Naergon
O mellwain, reviannech.
Hellin i finath a i chennith
Af fae nîn a ind nîn.
Dan ae hyn edrennin,
Ae eriar in esgail o chennith,
A dregar in ennyn of finath,
Gostathon edro chin nîn
A tiri cuil pen-le.
Si rimmar nîn o chin tain;
Ross nagel od alagos;
Sereg o charu 'wain;
Nen chelch od eithel saer;
Duin throvan dad lanthir vrand.
Im gleinannen;
Remmais o naeth,
Remmais o naeg.
Awarthannen ne môr
Na rîn belol lim o calad.
Long guren
I danna an núath.
Sarn ne nen nûr
Ias fîr calad
A môr eria,
Môr eria
Gevedi nín,
Gedi nín a garo nín,
Sirio ter nín a pathro dath daur
I nant guren.
Dath, gaw, alnad,
A han anlong.
Han caul thaur, alnad hen.
O, amman reviannech
Ir la gerin i rovail aphado?