"Le i Brenniliel! (you are the daughter of the Lady)" Culoth gasped. "A i Brennil Malthen Taur! (And Lady of the Golden Wood) Oh, please forgive my inaccuracy of in speaking Sindarin, for I have only just begun to learn."
"Can you sing?" asked Galadel abruptly.
"Why, yes, I can," said Culoth. "Would you like me to?"
"Yes, please. Sing a song in Sindarin."
"Very well. It's called Fael I Celyn." Culoth opened her mouth and began to sing in a strong, clear voice.
Ir cordofath galaned Hithui
Ir gweloth galaerin galadh
Ir less calen ned Girithron
Ha dorath nalain.
Im reviahe emyn ar he imled
Gorn naer cenim
Dor alluir isto leithian
Ar fael he celyn norlain.
Im sogana i gur he gweth
Ha thelyn i sennui gargwanath
Na cui ned i ring angwidh band
Na togad hain u-fyrn.
Elo le si ir min baur le
Lachaman i naur iuitho nan
Le nori lyss o medui rhiw
Ar fael he celyn norlain.
Lend cuil ir ha nallren
Moe i sogair ha parch
Bain i ir ha gwanu
Milui i gwaew ha naergon
Maer ned nith ir ha brun
Gell ned hin u-tira
Ir ennas naer ned silanor ar loth
Ar fael he celyn norlain.
[ January 08, 2003: Message edited by: Nurumaiel ]
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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