Элхэ Ниеннах - Поединок Саурона и Финрода Фелагунда
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... these twelve names did not name their names -
They were brought here by the command of the rock.
Only one costs, without bowing the heads,
Under the icy mocking gaze of cruel ...
"Golden -haired, you keep too proud -
Like a crown is crowning your head.
So we met, the grandson of the damned kind,
So we met, Finrod, King Noldor!
As for the fact that you did not name your name?
Or did you think - your appearance will deceive me?
Well, king, you decided; So let's start a duel
Magic of songs, light and darkness of spells. "
... like, like a heart, a crystal spring beats,
Like, the smell of the minor herbs,
The wind flies from the coast of the earth Aman,
So Finrod's chant sounded:
"Valmar, oh Valmar, the heart of the Earth of the Hungry -
Your memory is stored by ancient songs,
Wonderful stones are filled with your light,
Your glory will resurrect in centuries!
There were no equal nursing creatures Noldor,
There were no equal creation of the hands of Feanor ...
The bed of dishonest was embarrassed by his mind Morgot,
Sowing in the souls of the grain of enmity and discord.
The blood of King Finve appeals to the vengeance! .. "
... distorted the face of cruel - pain.
White lips whisper soundlessly: "Remember -
Was this death in Valinor - the first? ..
The eyelids of the shackles of Melkore years of peace
You call them glorifying them in talkers;
Glory and your chosenness are paid by blood -
Silmarils shine with the dead fire of the voids.
Cursed those that rejected the gifts of the era,
The crown of King Finve is washed with blood ...
"It should leave a great pity now!" -
Black stars crucified on a fierce white ...
... the word faster than the arrow reaches the goal,
The song is sharper than the blade, which is aimed in the heart:
Clutching his hand to his chest, Finrod staggered,
But he resisted, gathering his last strength.
Finroda Song stood before my eyes
With a bright vision of what remains behind the sea:
About the banks of the earth in gold fog,
About the domes and silver spiers of Valmar,
About swan ships in a snow -white harbor,
About golden forests of beautiful yavannah ...
The sounds of the melody are like precious stones,
Little drops in silver cups of fountains.
About Alkvalonde! Creativity of your shipbuilders -
Like the legends of the sea that have become the past;
The flying hands of the elven girls woven
Their sails are wonderful light wings ...
Let Noldor not return to the beautiful Valmar -
The enemy will not recognize peace, as long as we are alive:
If you forgot about Middle -earth Valar -
Noldor's blades will become the protection of the world!
The wind flies over the sea with good news,
The sea waves whisper about the light and happiness ...
... only - the cruel song has risen
She flashed before her eyes - the blade at the throat.
White stones became gray from the ashes,
Crowning flocks cry over the sea of ​​gulls ...
What - silver light arrows of Taleri
Against the ringing cold Noldor steel?
The flame like blood stained proud faces -
Glorious exploits are waiting for the leaders of Noldor!
Sail in the wind - the wing of a dying bird:
Your wings became black, Alqualonde,
The gray stars of Noldor became ala.
Hatred in gray eyes is a dark flame.
The bonfires of ships in Losgar rushed to the sky,
A groan will respond to a furious cry of lamot.
Death notes your path in the ice of Halcarakse -
Death brought with him Noldor to Beleriand:
The waters of the Great Sea do not wash off curses -
The blood of the sailors on your swords is crushed.
The fire wind flies to the shores of Avallon -
Your songs were dispelled with ash, Alqualonde.
Tears in the eyes - or bitter spray of the sea? ..
There is no sentence worse than the order - remember!
... echoes of songs go out in the high hall,
With blood, unauthorized lines froze in the throat:
How endlessly Finrod falls dead,
How brutal ends endlessly ...

Elhe Nienna, match