Квартплата - Эарендил
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His boat is Earendil
He was getting along in Arvernien himself:
The ship's forest itself
In Nimbretilsky in the forests,
He wove himself for sails
Silver strip;
The silver boat was silver
And swan on the nose.

He took the royal armor,
Which is stronger than all other chain mail,
And a round shield that was covered
Golden runes of the district,
And the bow was tug - Dragon Horn,
And he scored an arrow, shooter,
There was a quiver from Halzedon,
From the best steel there was a blade;
Shel on it burns with fire,
With a penis of a long tree, with a pen,
And on his chest blooms
Big Smaragda Flower.

And now, from the northern land
The hero wanders away,
He is under the star and under the moon.
As if in a dream, sometimes floats,
Floats on the bosom of dead waters,
To the very edge of the ice,
And there, behind her, only ice,
There is a large mga behind the ice,
And the shores behind this mga,
They must be another world.

But the storm struck him,
And the Western wind is driven,
Forgotten by everyone, all alien,
Pilgrim returned to his world.

Like a white swan, it was
Bela, had two wings,
And so, she went into the boat to him,
In darkness, and the darkness became bright:
On Virgo Elving Silmaril
Shone, she gave
Eaarendil Silmaril
And with him he sailed;
And here in the burnt seas,
The first time for mortals, the first time,
A rook floated through Moscow State University and the dregs,
The path is found through Moscow State University and the dregs.
And vortices unwell
She was picked up
And now, over the abyss of deaths
I swam safely
As she was appointed.

The shafts carried roaring
Him over the black abyss,
Where they sunk without a trace
The worlds are all preliminary,
As long as he did not hear
As if ringing, sound
Pearlly careless
Waves about the edge of the earth. In the distance -
Mountain, and on the knees of the mountains
Valinor himself, and Eldamar -
Bay under it; And now, boat
His white harbor,
He directed the night from the darkness,
Where are the elves house, where is Ilmarin,
Like a marvelous dream, where is Tyrion,
Important light is illuminated
And the turrets are patterned
Look at the Ozernaya surface.

He stayed there, studied
The wisdom of the ancients is wonderful,
And even began music
For the mortal so difficult
The white clothes were embedded
And the harps are golden -built,
And seven lights were carried before him,
When through Kalakirian,
He walked, an insignificant slave of the earth,
There, in the radiance outside of the dormen
In the pure eternal Ilmarin,
Where is the original gentleman
Without a word, he uttered a word
About the fate of elves and people,
And visually outlined the paths:
One - to leave, the other is to come.

Then his earendil
Changed the boat for the new,
Mifryl, elven glass
Went to that boat, -
She is without cheerful, without windbreak
She sailed herself, and Silmaril
Shone over her, and a new banner,
Resembled dawn
And Albert gave him
Immortality and two wings,
So that he soars in the embroidery,
Like the sun and moon
And could contemplate from the outside
All existing and all things.

So he took off: above the rocks
He drilled above the mountains,
What Valinor protected
From Middle -earth, looked around
The limit of immortal and the limit
Earthly, under the sun and moon,
And he wanted a native home
See again and flew
There, like a bright star,
And from midnight always
Since then I looked while dawn
Grief, does not illuminate the sea.

He saw everything, he heard everything:
And the moan of the elven virgins, and wives
Human walls since time
The oldest to this day,
But, on immortality is doomed,
Until the sky collapses,
Native land cannot
Touch and go through it,
And it burns in the distance,
So that the people of his land
On stormy waters and through darkness
I could always find the way to him,
To the shining lighthouse.