JRRT
One of my favorite authors is Mr. Tolkien himself. This always fed my love of fantasy when I was younger.
Vi Dýr Ennui
(translation of a poem by J.R.R. Tolkien)
| In western lands beneath the Sun In spring, flowers rise, The trees bud, waters run,* And the merry little birds sing. | Vi dýr ennui nu Anor Ned echuir lyth eriar I yrn ethuiwar, nin nurar Ar aew verin linnar. |
| There it is cloudless night And shuddering beeches hold The starry host, the white jewels, On their branching hair. | Ennas dû alfanui A ferin 'irith gerir I elenath, viriath fain, Vi finnel gelfib dîn. |
| Here at my path's end I am lingering In deep darkness buried. Beyond towers strong and high Beyond all mountains steep | Sí na veth bâden im derel Vi dúath dofn tummen. Atham meraid velig a tynd Athan eryd bain beraidh |
| Above all shadows rides the Sun And stars always dwell. I will not say 'The day is done' Or to the stars 'farewell'. | Or 'waith bain nura Anor A panlû elin cuinar Ú-pedithon 'i-aur gwann' Egor nai îl 'namarië'. |