3. Noldorin Lament
the deeds of the Noldor shall be renowned,
the toils of the Fire-Spirit none the least.
Valour they won, and honor, and fame,
and blood darkened the earth like a shade.
Mórnië utúlië, the Demons arose;
Mórnië alántië, and hearts aflame froze.
An oath they swore in the madness of shade.
Mórnië utúlië—my tale has only begun,
Mórnië alántië—our days grow short.
My tears count the stars,
Their warmth frozen for ages,
Yet I cannot say they are not justly deserved.
Such is our fate, and the doom of the Fallen.
Regret I have none, but sorrows unnumbered.
Perhaps one day the Light will find us.
Perhaps one day, we shall conquer.
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