DISCLAIMER:  The beautiful language of Quenya and the proud and dysfunctional Noldorin royal family are property of the great JRRT.  I am just playing with them.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  The Quenya version is NOT a verbatim translation of the English version

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Finarfin's Last Words to His Brothers in Araman.

Brother – your fire-red cloak;

Brother – your cloak night-blue;

Brothers, you left me standing

Where the icy wind blew.

Brother like roaring fire!

Brother like cold winter wind!

Brothers, I made the choice

To stay behind when you leave.

Brothers, despair has claimed you!

Brothers, believe in your strength!

Brothers, you will gain your victory

Unless one the other betrays.

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Metimë Quettar Arafinwëo Aramanesse

Toron – collalya narwa;

Toron – collalya lóméluin;

Torni, heltalyën termalarala

I helca súresse wintala.

Toron ve rávëa nárë!

Toron ve yelw' súrë hrívëo!

Torni, haryanyë írë

Pelë marenna ap' autalyë.

Torni,  il-haryalyë estel!

Torni, fëalyar na tulca!

Torni, apairëlya anwa!

Á ná quettalyar voronda!

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