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Eruwaedhen arose early the next morn. She spied Aearon, a dear friend of hers, carrying the bundles. Eruwaedhen caught up to him and greeted him. "Good morning, my friend," she said.
"Good morning," Aearon replied. "Are you well?"
"I am well. But we cannot speak for long, for there is much work that must yet be done."
Eruwaedhen came to the Lady Celebrían to assist her, as the Lady called to Aearon, saying, "Nodichuil ami lebyr."
Aearon bowed. He and several servants scattered among the dwellings in Imladris and returned with heavy bundles. They arranged the bundles on the pack-horses, and then returned to Celebrían.
"It is done," said one.
"That is well," Celebrían replied. "Is all else ready?"
"Yes, my lady."
"Then we shall depart." Celebrían lighted upon her palfrey sidesaddle. Her servants also mounted their horses.
The company journeyed about fifteen leagues that day and evening. When the sun set, Celebrían lifted up her voice and sang, as did soon the other Elves also.
O Gil-galad i Edhelchír
Dim linnar i thelegain:
Im Belegaer a Hithaeglir
Aran ardh vethed vain a lain.
Gariel maegech Gil-galad,
Thôl palan-gennen, ann-vegil;
A giliath arnoediad
Tann thann dîn be genedril.
Dan io-anann os si gwannant
A mas, ú-bedir ithronath;
An gîl dîn na-dúath di-dhant,
Vi Mordor, ennas caeda gwath.
The song continued on, but that was all Eruwaedhen remembered: for the latter part spoke of Gil-galad in the Black Land.
Celebrían looked up at the stars. And again she sang, this time with a different tune.
Fanuilos! heryn aglar!
Rîn athar annún-aearath!
Calad ammen i reniar
Mi 'aladhremmin ennorath!
As the song progressed, Eruwaedhen thought no more of the Black Land, but instead her thoughts turned west across the Sundering Seas to the Blessed Realm. She could see the light of Valinor in waking vision before her eyes, and hear the singing that ever graces that fair land.
A Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
I chîn a thûl lin míriel!
Fanuilos! Le linnathon
Ne ndor haer thar i aearon.
A elin na gaim eglerib
Ned în ben-anor trerennin,
Si silivrin ne pherth 'waewib
Cenim lyth thílyn thuiennin!
A Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
Men echenim, sí derthiel
Ne chaered hen nu 'aladhath,
Ngilith or annún-aearath.
The vision ended; and Eruwaedhen found herself back in the Hither Lands of Middle-earth, seated at a camp-fire, in the midst of a journey to Lothlórien, fairest of all forests east of the Sea.
A/N: Of course...the real reason Eruwaedhen didn't remember any more of the song about Gil-galad was because Tolkien didn't write anything else that I know of, and though I may be a decent composer (yes, I actually did compose a tune for Lant Gil-galad), I'm not a poet; therefore I didn't write any more. How convenient to have Eruwaedhen just forget the rest. LOL.
Anyways I hope you liked this chapter, and review s'il vous plait!
French translations:
S'il vous plait = If you please
Sindarin translations:
Aur vaer = Good morning
Nodichuil ami lebyr = Lay the loads on the horses
TRANSLATION OF "LANT GIL-GALAD"
"The Fall of Gil-galad"
Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
His shining helm afar was seen;
The countless stars of heaven's field
Were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
And where he dwelleth none can say;
For into darkness fell his star
In Mordor where the shadows are.
TRANSLATION OF "A ELBERETH GILTHONIEL"
"O Elbereth Gilthoniel"
Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear!
O Queen beyond the Western Seas!
O Light to us that wander here
Amid the world of woven trees!
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!
Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the Sea.
O stars that in the Sunless Year
With shining hand by her were sown,
In windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown!
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
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