FEAGWEDH - CHAP 4
When the fellowship departed, Estel placed Pippin in Elladan's small boat. After hours on the water, the Perian was bored out of his mind. "Can you sing?" he suddenly asked.
Elladan gave a small smile. "Not as well as some."
"Do you know any happy songs? I mean no offense, but I've only ever heard sad songs from Elves."
"I know a marching song."
"Could you sing it?"
"I suppose." Elladan took a breath, then sang:
Tolo, mellon-nin!
Tolo an dagor!
Yrch na dag,
A men theli gar
Far authcaer!
"You simply repeat it many times over."
"What about what you told Aragorn in Lothlorien? That sounded like a song."
Elladan sighed. "Yes…
Ir-Elrondion! Ir-Elrondion!
Hen na bado or an dagor!
Ir-Elrondion! Ir-Elrondion!
Yrch na dag, an Celebrian!
He sereg gwatha i-rond o Moria
Si bado, Elrondion, si
Bado or an dagor a dag –
Dag yrch, dag yrch an i-Brennil:
Len-Brennil Naneth Celebrian!
Elladan lapsed into sad silence.
"What's wrong?"
"I usually sing that song with my brother. It's a battle-song, and what I said in Lorien was our battle-cry. I am torn asunder, Master Perian. My brother and I – we share a bond of our spirits. Now, that is lost to me."
Pippin nodded sagely and turned back to the water. "I think Haldir will find him. He seems like a very capable fellow, even if a little mean."
~O~
First song translation:
Come, my friend!
Come to the war!
Orcs will die,
And we will find
Much battle-glory!
~O~
Second song translation:
The sons of Elrond! The sons of Elrond!
They are going on to war!
The sons of Elrond! The sons of Elrond!
Orcs will die, for Celebrian!
Her blood stained the halls of Moria
Now go, sons of Elrond, now
Go on to war and kill –
Kill orcs, kill orcs for the Lady
Your Lady Mother Celebrian!
~O~
These songs are my own – the language is Tolkien's.