"No, my father never travelled to any elven lands... not that I know of," said Culoth. "He never told me how he learned Sindarin, but he's taught me to speak it rather well. But, as you can probably see, or rather, hear, I'm not that good at it.
"My mother taught me that song," said Culoth. "It's beautiful isn't it? She also taught me this one. It's a little lullaby, in my people's own tongue."
Culoth began to sing once more, this time in Rohirric. The song was gentle and lulling, as most lullabies are.
Restan nu, fæger an
Fore nanwuht nu fyrhtu
Eall niht fæger eac giet
Restan eac don ne fyrhtu.
Restan nu, giet an
Fore eorcanstan lyft niht
Mæst eorcanstan scinan beorht
Restan eac don ne fyrhtu.
Restan nu, min cild
Na pleoh on niht
Na fæhðo hwæþer guð
Restan eac don ne fyrhtu.
Culoth finished and started once again, this time singing in the common tongue so Galadel would understand.
Sleep now, fair one
For there is nothing now to fear
All nights are beautiful and still
Sleep and do not fear.
Sleep now, still one
For stars are in the sky tonight
The moon shines brightly
Sleep and do not fear.
Sleep now, my child
There is no danger on this night
There is no battle or war
Sleep and do not fear.
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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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