Disclaimer: The language was invented by Tolkien. But does anyone really have a copyright on a language? Well, he made up the Elves, so let's just say it's J.R.R.'s tongue, also.

Author's Note: Interesting, somewhat impertinent anecdote: On Wednesday, my choir teacher asked why everyone had such long faces. Except me. I was extremely cheerful; in fact, I was veritably bouncing off the walls and attempting to share my newfound knowledge of Elvish with the dumbfounded members of the alto section, whose forefingers were probably making circles around their ears in spirit. My teacher asked me why I was so (godd***) happy, and my response was "Thirteen Oscar nominations and some Elvish e-postcards."

I wrote this little love lament in geometry on Valentine's Day because I had finished my math work and I was bored. If my Sindarin cluelessness is actually causing anyone physical pain, I'll remove the poem. If not, you can just shake your head in disbelief that I actually think I can write a poem in Elvish. I don't even know enough words to say exactly what I wanted, and prepositions are a problem as I know very few and all of them are very useful and important.

Dhû

(Night)

Lîr le ad tolthathon. I'll send the song of my heart for you.

I dhû lasta. The night listens.

Ú-athradon i môr ad le; I cannot cross the darkness for you;

Uren athrada. My heart crosses.

Tiron in elenath, I look at the stars,

Tiron i ithil - I look at the moon -

Le tiron. I look at you.

I lîr en uren le ad tolthathon I'll send the song of my heart for you

Ne môr o dhû. In the dark of night.

I amar lasta. The world listens.

Uren athrada i môr. My heart can cross the darkness.