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Originally Posted by Galadriel
I would assign anyone to the Shire who can translate this for me in Quenya:
And that I said my limbs were old;
And that I said my blood was cold,
And that my kindly fire was fled,
And that my withered heart was dead,
And that I might not sing of love? -
How could I to the dearest theme
That ever warmed a minstrel's dream,
So foul, so false, a recreant prove!
How could I name my love's very name,
Nor wake my harp to notes of flame!
Could someone please translate that for me? I would be very, very grateful.
Cheers!
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Sorry, the grammar of this too is just complicated for me to attempt. You could try asking the person who runs
Ardalambion, though there seems to be a problem with the site at the moment.