Galadrijelina pitalica ~ Kvenija

Where are now the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?
Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar?
Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth,
And the Grey Company ride from the North.
But dark is the path appointed for thee:
The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea.

Legolas Greenleaf long under tree.
In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea!
If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,
Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more.

Masse sí Núnatani, Elessar, Elessar?
Manan nosselyar háya ranyar?
Har lúm' íre Vanwar ettullier,
Hiswa Rimbe Formello nornie.
Mal tie morna i elyen marta:
Firinar tirir mall' Earenna.

Laicalasse andave nu alda.
Mi alass' engel. Ear ettira!
Íre hlaril maiweo yaime hrestasse,
Endalya la seruva ento tauresse.