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I Lant Gil-galad

Gil-galad aran edhellen.
I thelegain linnar asson:
I arn vedui ardh vain a lain
Min eryd ar i aearon.

Megil dîn anann, ech dîn laeg,
Thôl hílol dîn palan-dirnen:
In elin ernediaid menel
Tirn ned thangail gelebren dîn.

Palan-norn io ann an ndôr chae
Ar ú-ben pêd man sad dortha
Tinu dîn dannant ne dúath
Ne Mordor, i merchaint ennas.

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.