Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: The wonderful language of Quenya, and the story of the tragedy of Númenor belong to genial J.R.R.T.
Disclaimer 2: I am not Japanese and I am familiar with Japanese culture not nearly as well as I would like to be, so my haikus probably suck as haikus, but I tried to do my best.
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Ar-Zimraphel
Chilly autumn wind
Carried away your last hope
Waves reclaimed their gift.
Tar-Míriel of Númenórë
Ringasúrë lasselantuva
Hocóllë elya métima estelI falmaran atantana annanta.
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- Tar-Míriel hoped to appease Eru's wrath by trying to go to the hallowed place on the top of Meneltarma, but she did not reach it in time… but she hoped…
- I don't know what season was when Numenor was destroyed, I have looked through all the HoMEs but I didn't see it. Here I write about it as happening in the late autumn, but in the story I am working on I am writing about it as happening in the spring. Go figure…
- I couldn't find a Quenya verb for "take" anywhere, so the literal translation of the last line is is "to the waves [is] given back their gift". This, of course, refers to the fact that Númenor was raised from the bottom of the sea and fell into a great chasm, and that one of its names was Andor = Land of Gift in Sindarin (Annorë or even more likely Antanórë in Quenya)