Эльфийские песни - Эарендил
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For wanderings, the ship created
The monastery of the waters is Earendil.
He erected a strong island,
He erected sides and masts,
He wove silver sails,
Fasten the lights - shine on the way,
Swan was like a swan
The carved chest of his boat.
In the armor of the ancient kings
He put on a mighty camp.
With him, the shield of the sacred knit of the runes,
Storing a wanderer from wounds;
With him, faithful onions - Dragon Horn
And arrows of the abnormal bells;
With him a hot sword, that until time
Closed in a cold chalcedon.
The pen of the eagle was decorated
Diamond helmet, tall and cool,
And to the beat of breath on the chest
The emerald shimmered.

And he left the shores
Wandered into the unknown Dali,
Wandering in the witchcraft lands,
Where were his paths.
He led his boat
Away from hostile shores,
From the gnashing of brittle ice
And from charred sands.
Brought to the brink of eternal darkness
His wandering is a secret move.
There the night merges with nothing
Into the soundless of the bottomless waters,
There the wind is driven by a foamy shaft
And it beats violently in the darkness.
Earendil was looking for ways
Home, to abandoned land.
In a blind ignorance, he led
The ship is at the end of forces
When an endless black world
The unhealthy flame illuminated:
Then eliving from gloomy heavens
He flew to him. Silmaril
She brought the wanderer, -
Earenil was the bucket
Live fire. And again the ship
He turned, immature
Under the singing of foaming waves
We are chased with ardish winds.
Inexorable hurricane,
Born in a different edge,
With the breath of the power of unearthly
He put a boat to the west.
It attracted through the gib darkness,
On black waters, where at the bottom
The ancient land is hidden
Left with the beginning of days ...

But Eaarendil saw
Kaimu pearl shores,
Where it sounded with thin music
Surfacing shaft surfaces;
Then in a light foam cloud
There was a sacred Valinor,
And Eldamar lay in the distance
Behind the black mountains.
The monastery broke out of darkness
Under the canopy of shining heaven,
In the abode of the elves, an ancient house,
Where the air is gentle, the forest is light,
Where is Ilmarin among the valleys
He rises his mighty slope
And the impregnable Tyrion
It is reflected in mirror waters.
In the land living outside of time,
Old saga minted system
He sounded, and the song poured
To the sounds of the harp gold.
And in snow -white sewing
He was dressed, and seven lights
He was shining in the way
In a country where there is no flow of days.
He was admitted to the secret world,
In which young light is eternal,
Where is the first, true king
It has dominated since ancient years.
Eaarentil heard there
Words forbidden by different;
Viddle of elves and people
They passed Chredo in front of him.
And the deadline has come, and the new Chelny
As a gift received Earendil:
Elves chose for him
Crystal Elven and Mifril,
He was crowned with a living fire,
Immortal fire - Silmaril,
Gift of a bright Alberte;
A pair of wings served him,
What replaced the sails.
Earenil was ascended
For new wanderings without borders
On the limitless sky.
On a light -winged ship
Taking over the eternal country,
He rushed into the far edge
Following the Sun and the Moon.
On the verge of the world your ship
He sent a night in the darkness
Back to the familiar world,
To the native land, hurrying home.
He rushed over a foggy haze
Star, wandering fire -
Forerunner of the sun, in the gray world
Hurrying with the coming day.
He delayed the Mediterranean
Earendil hasty running;
He caught a sensitive hearing
Walls of those in a long -standing century
Died - and the girl of the elven cry,
And human wives ... then rock appealed
To him - to stay in heaven.
Earenil became forever
For everyone lost in darkness
A star flying in the height,
Live fire, conductor
To the sacred Western country.