"Мой сахар - твой сахар, мутсера..."
Gil-galad was an Elven-king.

Of him the harpers sadly sing:

the last whose realm was fair and free

between the Mountains and the Sea.



His sword was long, his lance was keen,

his shining helm afar was seen;

the countless stars of heaven's field

were mirrored in his silver shield.



But long ago he rode away,

and where he dwelleth none can say;

for into darkness fell his star

in Mordor where the shadows are.





Quenya

by Yehuda Ronen



Alcarelen né aran Eldaron.

Sen i nandaror lirë nimbanen:

i telwa ya ardarya né vanima ar latina

imbë i Oronti ar i ëar.



Macilerya né lenwa, eccorya né laicë,

silala cassarya vahaia cenina;

i únótimë eleni menelo telluma

naltanar turmaryassë telpina.



Nan yalúmë háya lendero,

ar mammen marnero úner polë quetë;

an morniennan elenarya lantanë

Mordoressë yassen i huiner nar.