A Sinda cries out as he dies on the battlefield. A poem in the Doriathren dialect of Sindarin, English translation included.
Bannos hîr i firn!
Tolo a thollo
Vân charn hen am mbar.
Hîr i thŷr a thûl!
Tolo a dogo
Edhel o thrach maug.
Ídhron i veth
Adh îdh vronadui.
Námo, Lord of the Dead!
Come and take
This wounded spirit home.
Lord of Eagles and Wind!
Come and lead
An Elf from a cruel curse.
I desire the end
And lasting peace.
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