A little disclaimer: *sighs* None of this is mine. This is Tolkien's Elvish
and, worship and love Middle-Earth and all that goes with it though I do,
it does not belong to me.
I Thinnad
Boe ammen revio os sin felais,
Ial panner an în arnediad.
Gwannathar i thewair ar i cherais,
Ber iaur mîn nui gilgalad.
Ú-aníram teli an i methed
A gerim ne chaim mîn amdir dartho,
Dan awarthathar i Chyrf Neled
I o Morchir thellim doltho.
As sen Ardhon melleth mîn taur
A na gwenniel naeth mîn alfirin,
Dan dagratham an ir tôl i aur
I Morchir a mýl tîn nâ dengin.
Ir ned i naur i Erchorf hannen
A be han Chyrf Neled mîn dannar,
Gwannatham od ardh garel harthad eden.
Reviatham os sin felais, úsi ammen bar.
The Fading
We must sail from these shores,
From where we have walked for years beyond
count.
We will leave the forests and the cities,
Our ancient homes beneath the starlight.
We do not wish to come to the end
And we hold in our hands a chance to
linger,
But we will forsake the Three Rings
That from the Dark Lord we resolved to
hide.
For this world our love is strong
And at leaving our sorrow is undying,
But we will fight until the day comes
That the Dark Lord and his servants are
destroyed.
When into the fire the One Ring is cast
And with it our Three Rings fall,
We will leave a world possessing new hope.
We will sail from these shores, no longer
our home.
and, worship and love Middle-Earth and all that goes with it though I do,
it does not belong to me.
I Thinnad
Boe ammen revio os sin felais,
Ial panner an în arnediad.
Gwannathar i thewair ar i cherais,
Ber iaur mîn nui gilgalad.
Ú-aníram teli an i methed
A gerim ne chaim mîn amdir dartho,
Dan awarthathar i Chyrf Neled
I o Morchir thellim doltho.
As sen Ardhon melleth mîn taur
A na gwenniel naeth mîn alfirin,
Dan dagratham an ir tôl i aur
I Morchir a mýl tîn nâ dengin.
Ir ned i naur i Erchorf hannen
A be han Chyrf Neled mîn dannar,
Gwannatham od ardh garel harthad eden.
Reviatham os sin felais, úsi ammen bar.
The Fading
We must sail from these shores,
From where we have walked for years beyond
count.
We will leave the forests and the cities,
Our ancient homes beneath the starlight.
We do not wish to come to the end
And we hold in our hands a chance to
linger,
But we will forsake the Three Rings
That from the Dark Lord we resolved to
hide.
For this world our love is strong
And at leaving our sorrow is undying,
But we will fight until the day comes
That the Dark Lord and his servants are
destroyed.
When into the fire the One Ring is cast
And with it our Three Rings fall,
We will leave a world possessing new hope.
We will sail from these shores, no longer
our home.