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Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Common Phrases in Sindarin
Sindarin is technically not a functional language, there are so many words missing. Simple words are just simply non-existant. But there is some help for the language, it's a beautiful, poetic, and its in Lord of the Rings for goodness sake. :D
If there are any phrases that you would like to see me translate, feel free to contact me and I will add them to the list.
So you may want to review this page many times after seeing it for the first time.
"thou" : formal
"you" : informal
_____________Pronouns
-----a dash before the characters make it a suffix that is used for verbs and possessive
Version A
Formal: l
MajestyBlack the night that closed around me,Majesty5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(Now I see!)
When I listened as He promised
Majesty.
Long I waited; still she turned and
Looked on you!
Son of few years, quickly fading:
Mortal, true.
Shadows steals across the City,
Hidden light;
I shall drown both star and candle:
Bring the Night.
See the furnace-glow of crimson?
Hear the roar?
To Doom I have brought completion:
Nothing more.
Bloody chaos breaks around me,
Unafraid;
I shall find her – she'll forget you:
Fate unmade.
But your arms are strong as iron,
Have no doubt;
Past the rail meant to save me
I spill out.
Seven times they jagged crush me,
Wrathful stones;
'
Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
2011 ©Charissa Klassen
Language: Sindarin (J.R.R. Tolkien)
(translation is below)
Nan Veleth feir Ia Reniar aen.
Ethuil hen i-hant bain pêl naer
Nu 'elais vraig gala dagi lyth pain
Mas minlu lyth a gelaidh edlothiant.
Dint pîn miriant dolthad ned glae voe
A duilin laew edona líreg ned gylf dynd
An chír pân avar miriad a linnad.
Mas i-hantien fael ia melant hant hen?
I-eleth mistant or rîw a rhîw dartha.
Mas glennant han lam velui liria voe
'lass dothol ned aur nuin duilin laew.
Si u-ben renia hant hen ah i-eleth?
Tiro! En renion vae, eleth velui hen.
Edhellim bain gwant círa a
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are secrets more than I can tell
There ancient lore of long-lost lands
Still lingers on in elven hands
In Rivendell, in Imladris
Are love and laughter, joy and bliss
East of Sea few places remain
That grant such sure surcease from pain
In Imladris, in Rivendell
They shall not yet say their farewell
For even when all else may fade
Some light shall live, untouched by shade.
A Golden Leaf, A Golden MemoryA stray beam of orange light filters through the condensed golden leaves that clung to the branches of the trees. Stray breezes tickles her neck, just like on any other sunrise. The fair-haired Elven lady wraps her pale white cloak securely around her tall, sleek frame.A Golden Leaf, A Golden Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her sapient eyes watch intently as a single leaf is swept off of one of the ancient mallorn-trees. Bright yellow sparkles appear whenever its vibrant side is facing the rising sun.
Slowly it descends, swaying gracefully in the air. A smooth and pale hand reaches out, and the fallen memento of the tree lands peacefully on her hand.
"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall,"
Into WaterInto WaterInto Water2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The end we have always dreaded has come, and I am entwined together with Morgoth's beast- we are become as one writhing, thrashing creature of steel and flame and flesh. A horrible din fills my ears, which must be his roar of pain at the spike of my helm embedded deep in his breast, or perhaps it is my own scream as I cling closer to him and the fire that emanates from his body licks at my face and skin, burning me, threatening to engulf me entirely. In a final, desperate burst of strength, I wrap my legs as tightly as I can around his and wrench them out from under him.
Suddenly the world is side
Wishes flicker like a candleYonder mists and shadows frozen,Wishes flicker like a candle3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mountains guard from nightly dim.
Light that mingles, silver, golden,
Breeze from sea comes blowing in --
That is when I heard you sing,
Smiling with a smile so peaceful,
Hoping that we'll meet again;
Wishes flicker like a candle.
Now with a hand on my blade's handle
I still hope we'll reunite;
Let us singing vanquish evil,
One day smiling see the light.
Hither mists and frozen heart,
For what did we ever part?
Poem: A Kiss FarewellA Kiss FarewellPoem: A Kiss Farewell4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(written in the Rubaiyat poetic form)
Aragorn:
"Now at last, my Evenstar, the time has come
To pay for what we gathered: the precious sum
Of a lifespan thrice that of lesser men;
My Love, do not despair, nor to grief succumb."
Arwen:
"Would you, my Lord, leave at the point when
Your people need your wisdom and kingly acumen?
Would you feign depart before your appointed time
And risk the grace of Numenor to fade away again?"
Aragorn:
"Nay, Beloved Queen, say not before my time;
For if I choose to linger in life beyond my prime
Then I must soon go on perforce, and withered, fall
In discrace from my high seat, unm
Hurin ThalionThe day passed by and the field was lost,Hurin Thalion6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The rout of all our mighty host,
The sun went down beyond the sea,
This doom I just could not let be,
Against the tide I stood there then,
And cried the day shall come again!
The Mirror Cracked'A blazing wave devours white shore,'The Mirror Cracked4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The poets muse on Feanor,
While they should wish him nothing more
Than swiftly falling ash.
In reckless words we forged our fate,
In white-hot script for cracking slate,
Each syllable the world's weight -
But gladly were we crushed.
I saw blood in the soft sea wrack;
Each sea-elf dead a mirror's crack
In our own faces staring back
From all the noble slain.
In Dior's blessed and empty face
I searched for us but found no trace.
The mirror shattered. Only grace
We bear no more stared back.
The waves closed over Elwing's head,
Dissolved the Light that silver bled
Into a face that held no dread;
So different from ourselves.
Not princes now, nor kings, but thieves,
And reckless as the falling leaves,
We take the Jewels and my heart grieves:
For all the world is stained.
For this the final Doom we bear:
In blood spilt red as Nelyo's hair;
The golden Vanyar lying there
Dead, even as our hearts.
The living Light is agony;
A shining, sharp finality:
A leap i
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He feels he cannot walk another step, until he does. The next step is the same, and the next, and he has stopped counting the sunsets and sunrises because measuring eternity has no purpose. He has wandered an eternity already, carrying his small harp for some indeterminable, compulsive reason, because it will be years before he can play again, if ever, and the sand blows into his eyes and into his throat as he sings. His hands are burnt and scarred and his voice is hoarse, and he wants to rip the strings from the taunting harp and scream, but he is unable to do either because it hurts too much.
War of Wrath1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behind the bars a bird felt freedom for first time
Aredhel Ar-Feiniel and Eöl, elven smith
Found wonder in the woods, between branches didn’t breathe
As she in the shade stood he saw her beauty bloom
Love piercing as a lance in the gathering gloom
Her freedom loving heart in shadows shimmers light
Go
The Ride of OromeThe stars were young upon the heaven’s domeThe Ride of Orome1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and darkness dwelt under the shade of trees
and in the darkness evil creatures roamed,
when a horn sounded clear and pure in breeze.
Like thunder rode there Béma on his steed
and Nahar's mane shone bright with silver light:
glistening dream, the music of his feet,
before them fled the creatures of the night.
Now hoofbeats silenced, Béma rides no more
in Middle-earth under the rays of Sun,
but Nahar's children still stay on this shore
and on the grass of Rohan freely run.
The lords of horses, Mearas free and strong,
the steeds of kings that came out of a song.
Oath Of FeanorThe land lay in darkness Once divine, now deadOath Of Feanor5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When Morgoth murdered The Two Trees and
Finwë the First He stole the long-sought Silmarils
Earning him Fëanor’s fiery wrath Sentencing the Fëanorians to their fate
So after Morgoth’s flight Curufinwë , quick to anger
A livid leader Spirit of Fire
New King of the Noldor Ordered that Oath
Cried out to Morgoth&#
A Strand of HairA Strand of Hair1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gimli enjoyed exploring. Gimli's father, Gloin, had raised him on tales of Thorin's expedition for the Arkenstone. Gimli wanted to follow his father's footsteps, maybe even surpassing them. His own journey was nothing like his childhood daydreams. It was wearing, terrifying, miserable, difficult, and often boring. He relished every second. That was why he accepted the elf's invitation to sail west to Valinor.
Gimli would travel farther than any other dwarf before or after him. He had not realized that he would be the only dwarf on the continent. It seemed silly, but he did not consider how alone he would feel. He missed his family, but it wa
My brotherHeed this, my brother,My brother1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This one's for thee:
There is still hope beyond misery.
Hear me, my brother,
All is not woe.
The eyes of the Eldar still glimmer above.
Fear not, my brother,
To live during War.
It's not the reason nor outcome of all.
One day, my brother,
Justice will come,
The curse lying upon us will be undone.
Although, my brother,
We have faced defeat
Darkness won't last for in light we shall meet.
Will you, my brother,
Promise to be
Always the brother that's so dear to me?
Hear this, my brother,
Before you will leave
To go back to sleep and leave me to grieve.
Don't be, my brother,
Afraid to show love
Come back, brother (Short fanfic)Come back, brother (Short fanfic)5 months ago in Settings More Like This
Thor pushed back his red cape over his shoulder, sighing silently. He traced his finger along side of the wall. How long since he has he been gone? He could hardly remember, it still broke this man emotionally. He shook his head silently, his feet clapping silently against the ground. He always hopes his dear brother would just appear or surprise him or something.
Nothing, days passes, nothing, no sign of him, no hint, no hope that he is hiding somewhere. He finally just sat down onto the abandon part of the halls that anyone barely walks. He closed his eyes, lifting head up trying to not to break into tears. It was eminent that he is about
Nirnaeth ArnoediadNirnaeth Arnoediad6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of all the battles which are sung, none are as noble, brave, and true
As the tale of this single ruinous one, that I shall try to sing for you
An enormous fight so horrific, that it is spoken of with dread
And the old ones still weep, for the many that are dead
Through lies and treachery, armies assembled on that plain
Not knowing, not even guessing, that there was nothing to gain
This battle was the fifth and last of the war being fought
A devastating conflict that by the end, was all for naught
A mighty alliance forged from three strong and steadfast races
Dwarves, Elves, and Men, still could not resist Morgoth's deadly maces
Try
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon(Warning for mild slash)Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I met you as a child with plaited hair,
And wildness that I soon grew to adore.
Your ringing laughter echoed through the air
In joyous days when we did not know war.
Just when we felt our future was assured,
I lost you when our haven turned to black.
Through fire, ice, and shackles love endured-
You cut me out of hell and brought me back.
Since broken on the battlefield you lie,
What of my soul remains is now consumed
By guilt, for though I left you there to die,
My heart with yours will ever be entombed.
Without you, dearest cousin, lover, friend,
I may live on, but I will never mend.
Under Death's Wing- Under Death’s Wing -Under Death's Wing4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How cold the ground, how hard the stone
No friends around ; I’m all alone
How sweet the air of every breath
A warrior’s dream my noble death
There is no glory, beauty none
To lay here broken in the sun
To watch as birds above the plain
Prepare to feast on my remains
To try and raise my sword again
And fight until the very end
As will commands to flesh and bone
And steel feels heavier than stone
The day grows dark, my dying eyes
Abandon me through my demise
I will not see what’s left of me
My pride thus spared in agony
Though I know I have lost this fight
The shadow looms in all its
LossTurgonLoss2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My brother is gone.
The deafening clashes and shrieks of battle dim and blur together in my ears as I stand, rooted, in the frenzy, staring at the swirling clouds of flame and dust where his banner fell. Through the haze of my sorrow, it hits me like a kick to the stomach that with his passing, and no heir to his line, I have in the space of a few seconds become the High King of our people. I am the last of Nolofinwë's children, and I am alone, as is my beloved Gondolin; and we both will be discovered and destroyed as surely as will all the realms of the Eldar in Middle Earth.
I am pulled from my stupor by
Sta.sh
