The Fellowship

by Amanda Ross
 
Out from Imladris
A Fellowship begins on a Quest.
Two Men,
One, a Ranger from the North,
Destined to be King,
The other a lord of Gondor,
Proud of his country.
A fair-haired Elven-prince,
Deadly with both bow or blade,
A Dwarf, who makes up for his size in courage,
But holds a grudge against the Elves.
Four Hobbits,
Two, the youngest,
But both brave knights
Of Gondor and the Mark,
One, loyal to his Master
To whatever end,
And the last carrying the
Fate of all Middle-Earth
‘round his neck.
One Wizard, old and wisest
Of all, quick to laughter,
And quick in anger.
But we must not forget
The reason the left,

One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all,
And in the Darkness bind them.


E Hud (Sindarin Translation)


Ed oh Imladris
Hud henio bo lend.
Tad Firion,
Minar, Dunedan oh e Forn,
Amarth noaran,
Enidh hir oh Gondor
Meleth hon gwaith.
Bein-laus Morben-ernil,
Delu peng ben megil,
Norn, echedi an hon tain huor,
Garo flae emel dan e tawarwaith.
Canad Perian,
Tad, e neth,
Cand rochon
An Gondor a e Taith
Minar born a din Herdir
Din e meth,
A e methen garo e mandah an En-Amar
Os hon iaeth.
Minar Curunir, brun a golwen
Breg na lalaith,
A breg na ruth.
Min treneri
To huin glenno,

Minar Echor na thenid huin pant,
Minar Echor na radohuin,
Minar Echor na tulo huin pant,
Ah min e dur gwedhi huin.

 


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