Linde ana Peregrin Took (Song for Peregrin Took)
liltanelye i peleressen
tintile hendulyasse,
ar raya vanima antalyasse
tuvunelye alasse i laurea auresse
calles varne findinyassen
ar lautane alassinqua endanya
lastanelye i celvalleon nyarner quentarente
ú-istala i analta Ambar
valin nomelyallo mitta i Shire
manen utúlies sinanna?
autala i varnare istanelye
lelya mornienna ar raxenna
er estel ehtele oirave
híralye huorelya
nimba ter i mornie.
vantanelye rimbe tier
ter i taure ar nanda
i ninque ostonna tumna raxenna
laitaina Ernil i Pheriannath
tána ar huorinqua sín nálye
nessa perino ho i Shire
an i an-pitya quén
pole ahya i tie i apameo
You used to dance in the fields,
a twinkle in your eyes,
and a smile upon your fair face.
You reveled in the golden sunshine,
as it glowed upon your brown curls,
and warmed your mirthful heart.
You listened to the crickets tell their tales,
forgetting about the world at large,
quite content with your place in the Shire.
How has it come to this?
Leaving the safety you once knew,
to travel into darkness and peril.
Yet hope springs eternal,
you find your courage,
to go on through the dark.
You have walked many paths,
through the forest and plain,
to the white city in deep peril.
Hailed Ernil i Pheriannath,
noble and brave you have become,
young Hobbit from the Shire ...
For even the smallest person,
can change the course of the future.
liltanelye i peleressen
tintile hendulyasse,
ar raya vanima antalyasse
tuvunelye alasse i laurea auresse
calles varne findinyassen
ar lautane alassinqua endanya
lastanelye i celvalleon nyarner quentarente
ú-istala i analta Ambar
valin nomelyallo mitta i Shire
manen utúlies sinanna?
autala i varnare istanelye
lelya mornienna ar raxenna
er estel ehtele oirave
híralye huorelya
nimba ter i mornie.
vantanelye rimbe tier
ter i taure ar nanda
i ninque ostonna tumna raxenna
laitaina Ernil i Pheriannath
tána ar huorinqua sín nálye
nessa perino ho i Shire
an i an-pitya quén
pole ahya i tie i apameo
You used to dance in the fields,
a twinkle in your eyes,
and a smile upon your fair face.
You reveled in the golden sunshine,
as it glowed upon your brown curls,
and warmed your mirthful heart.
You listened to the crickets tell their tales,
forgetting about the world at large,
quite content with your place in the Shire.
How has it come to this?
Leaving the safety you once knew,
to travel into darkness and peril.
Yet hope springs eternal,
you find your courage,
to go on through the dark.
You have walked many paths,
through the forest and plain,
to the white city in deep peril.
Hailed Ernil i Pheriannath,
noble and brave you have become,
young Hobbit from the Shire ...
For even the smallest person,
can change the course of the future.
