LotR Texts(in Quenya)

Vanda Feanáró Nossëo

 

Nai kotumo ar nilmo, kalima Vala

thauza ar poika, Moringothonna,

Elda ar Maiya ar Apanóna,

Endóressë Atan sin únóna,

ilar thanyë, ilar melmë, ilar malkazon sammë,

osta ilar harwë, lau Ambar tana,

só-thauruvá Fëanárollo, ar Fëanáró nossello,

iman askalyá ar charyá, ar mi kambë mapá,

herá hirala ar haiya hatá

Silmarillë. Sí vandalmë ilyai:

unqualé son antávalme mennai Aurë-mettá,

qualmé ten' Ambar-mettá! Quettalman lasta,

Eru Ilúvatar! Oiyámórenna

mé-quetamartya íre queluvá tyardalma.

Ainorontessë tirtassë lasta

ar lma-vandá enyalaz, Varda Manwë!

!

English text by J.R.R. Tolkien

Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean,

brood of Morgoth or bright Vala,

Elda or Maia or Aftercomer,

Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth,

neither law, nor love, nor league of swords,

dread nor danger, not Doom itself,

shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor's kin, 

whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh,

finding keepeth or afar casteth 

a Silmaril. This swear we all: 

death we will deal him ere Day's ending,

woe unto world's end! Our word hear thou,

Eru Allfather! To the everlasting 

Darkness doom us if our deed faileth.

On the holy mountain hear in witness 

and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!

 

Ninqueldan

 

Eresse Tol-Eresseasse,
Lillassea lótesse pella,
Ar esce lisceo, ar lasse
I hessa hlapula menello.

 

Arinya losse or lord 'aire
Fifíruva wilyasse hiswa,
Ar tiruvalye olor aire
Enyalien i vanwa iswa.

 

Ar erumesse hiruvalye
I metya harma sa haryalye:
I hesin yenion, alasse -
Eresse Tol-Eresseasse.
 

 

Translation

 

To Ninquelda

 

Loneliness at the Lone Island,
Beyond the many-leafed spring,
And rustle of reed, and leaf
Dry, flying from the sky.

 

In the morning - snow over the sleeping sea
Will melt in misty air,
And you will see a holy dream
For recalling lost knowledge.

 

And in desert will you find
The last treasure you possess:
Winter of years, happiness -
Loneliness at the Lone Island.
 

 

Tirno Silmarillion
 

I lúme utúlie,
A tirno Silmarillion,
Tienna narwa
No rocco néca,
Yan i esse ná Qualme, -
Wilie haiyave
Númenna Wisto,
Ardallo melima.

Vainolelya unqua
Ar macilya rusta
Loráva nenessen
I caituvar ńalle.
Ve laurea anna,
Hroalya racina
Antalye nóren
Sa varyane li.

Ná carna nilmonen
Tyarda avatyarima,
An nar cotumor qualini,
Naina, Valariande,
An i calwo ná firin,
Ar elenu vinye
Úsiluvar eldain.
Nán i Raice na cuine.

 

 

Translation

 

Guard of the Silmarils
 

Hour has come,
O guard of Silmarils,
Onto road fiery-red
On a pale horse,
Whose name is Death -
To fly far,
To the West of the Sky,
From dear Arda.

Your empty sheath
And broken sword
Will sleep in the waters,
That will cover the dale.
Like a golden gift,
Your broken body
Are you giving to lands
That you were protecting.

Is made by friend
Unmakable deed,
For foes are dead,
But Marring is alive.
Weep, Beleriand,
For the hero is dead,
And two new stars
Will not shine for Eldar.