Вэл,
Значит, Крэйгушка со своей ролью справился)))
Вот еще одно стихотворение...на английском с примесью (если не ошибаюсь) синдарина. Но тут конец счастливый!
In far off lands my love will lead you
And light your way when darkness falls.
We’ll meet in your dreams every midnight,
Wherever perfidious road goes.
And trees’ll stop breath to hear you singing,
Your tuneful voice in my heart
Will stay until the mountains crash down,
No matter if we are apart.
So on and on you follow moonlight
With bow and arrows on your back.
Your elven sword is sharp and ready
For evil Uruk-hai’s attack.
You feel no tired, your eyes are shining,
The orcs are close, you felt it right.
“No rest! Near friends are dying.
We must be there in this night.”
At last. Your alert eyes had noticed
The Helm’s Deep pointed towers’ ends.
Grey helms on heads, mithgol surinen,
Ethidrel baran cu in hands.
Elves’ horn sounds loud and very tuneful,
You brought the hope with blowing it.
The gates are opened friendly for you.
You are the all now people need.
Elves march by stone walls met with smiles,
Up to the towers. Auth tul.
The hell began. It’s lightning, raining.
Unpleasant wind is very cool.
The voice cried: ”Leithioi philinn!”
An arrow’s put upon your bow.
The aim is orks’ heads, never missing.
You shoot graceful, but not slow.
But war is war. Your friends are dying……
And you feel blood on your chest…Right.
Your elvish mind away is flying.
And may the rest of people fight.
Remember me. Remember my love.
It’ll never leave. I said once true:
“If darkness ever takes you, I will
Rise to find the sun for you.”
Lasto beth nin, tolo dan’n galad.
I know, I’ll always be with you..
The shadows faded. Love is stronger.
The war is over. Good has won.
You are returning, pale and tired,
But eyes are shining like they shone.
Beautiful evening. We are dancing
Happily di en galadh.
And Earendil’s shining brightly
After the day that was so hard…
You ask me now: “you know, what saved me?”
I look in your amazing eyes.
The answer’s there: ”am meleth anim.”
The feeling, that all lifeful highs.
And all the night we’re lying quietly.
Nuingiliath. I amar tol
An galad ned tinnu, han mathon.
Lu tul, a Edhil dargo na magol.
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