DISCLAIMER: The beautiful language of Quenya and the proud and dysfunctional Noldorin royal family are property of the great JRRT. I am just playing with them.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The Quenya version is NOT a verbatim translation of the English version
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Finarfin's Last Words to His Brothers in Araman.
Brother – your fire-red cloak;
Brother – your cloak night-blue;
Brothers, you left me standing
Where the icy wind blew.
Brother like roaring fire!
Brother like cold winter wind!
Brothers, I made the choice
To stay behind when you leave.
Brothers, despair has claimed you!
Brothers, believe in your strength!
Brothers, you will gain your victory
Unless one the other betrays.
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Metimë Quettar Arafinwëo Aramanesse
Toron – collalya narwa;
Toron – collalya lóméluin;
Torni, heltalyën termalarala
I helca súresse wintala.
Toron ve rávëa nárë!
Toron ve yelw' súrë hrívëo!
Torni, haryanyë írëPelë marenna ap' autalyë.
Torni, il-haryalyë estel!
Torni, fëalyar na tulca!
Torni, apairëlya anwa!
Á ná quettalyar voronda!
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