This is the first LOTR fic I ever started writing and like with every other of my stories I got side tracked and ended up with writers block. I plan on finishing this one just as much as I plan on finishing my other stories, it's just going to take some time :). I thought I'd share the Prologue with you.
WARNING: My elvish probably sucks so if you know how to say certain things in a better way let me know( along with the source you got it from) so that I can improve the quality of the story.
Elvish translation will be below the story.
Please do review :)
Cheers,
~Lor
Prologue:
I amar prestar aen.
Han mathon ne nen.
Han mathon ne chae.
A han noston ned 'wilith.
Guruthos toluva neva.
Tuupien pain bein bachrim.
Rhîw no am lye.
Lye aluma adlenc estel.
Standing upon a steep peak in the High Pass of the Hithaeglir, known in the Common tongue as the Misty Mountains, were a figure cloaked in black and its companion. Gazing to the southeast where lay the dark land of Mordor, they saw the ever present shadow that lately had been spreading over the lands. Then they turned to gaze to the west, down upon the dale in which lay hidden in the ancient greenery the Last Homely House of the elves or Imladris. "Amin estela lye turo kama n'ataya," the cloaked figure said to its companion in addition to its previous thought. A coal black raven was circling above and let out an impatient cry. "Aye my friends, we should continue our journey, n'ala huine quoruva lye ilya." After a final longing look to the northwest the figure climbed down from the peak and mounted its horse, to continue to their destination in the green dale, their home, Rivendell.
Translations:
I amar prestar aen = The world is changed
Han mathon ne nen = I feel it in the waters.
Han mathon ne chae = I feel it in the earth.
A han noston ned 'wilith = I smell it in the air.
Guruthos toluva neva = Shadow comes closer.
Tuupien pain bein bachrim = Covering all that is fair. (lit. Covering all fair things)
Rhîw no am lye = Winter is upon us.
Lye aluma adlenc estel = Yet we must not despair. (lit. We do not lose hope)
Amin estela lye turo kama n'ataya = I hope we can make a difference
n'ala huine quoruva lye ilya = before darkness chokes us all