Find dîn morn be taurfuin, hennad be elin iavas silivrin,
Men urem an arvellon, arnediad ah boeg cothath vîn,
U-'ernim nesto ho egor gedi acharn or chyth dîn,
Linno Kharas Crist-Erui, firn maethor thelion ned estel;
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Lament for Edge First Sword of Midnight Steel
His hair was black as forest night, as bright as autumn stars his eyes,
We were too few and too alone; our foes too many and too grim;
We could not save him, nor could we avenge his death, although we tried;
Sing Edge First Sword, who lived and died a warrior faithful to his trust;
Magol dîn celeg, dagrant ú-rem, e milui ar idhren,
E mell velethril eriol, athar phith thenin melethron,
Ne thaurdinnu firn Michrist vîn nuin elenath e lasbelin.
Am meriad ammen ne thraw, e callon vinai vedui,
Beleg ho, u-verthant heriad dîr gudwarthen vregol dîn,
Duliel ned i dhu taurvorn danc o adel na gui.
Arphent, "avlinno naergonath", a ned rainc bess vell dîn e firn.
Cíniel hon caedol gwann ennas, beth vedui în, u-lathrannen,
Ned i echad boe awarthad, noe eriol ónem a naen.
Lasbelin gwaew linnatha o dínen ned ast dannen ho,
Ne morn uireb uidafnen hennad dîn gilvíriel,
I daur ned aur geleriol, ú-echuiatha tíro.
His blade was swift, but seldom drawn, for he was courteous and wise,
He loved but one, and she loved him more dear than any words can tell,
In forest night beneath the autumn stars our First Sword fell.
To guard us in the wilderness no warrior was left but him.
Yet he was stronger than they dared to challenge by direct attack,
So struck him down from hiding, with an arrow in the back.
His final words were "do not grieve", and in his lady's arms he died.
We could not honor those last words, for what else could we do but grieve
To see him laying slain there in the camp we had to leave.
The autumn wind will sing of him, though silent sleeps he in the dust,
And will not wake again to watch the morning forest growing light -
His starlit eyes forever closed in the eternal night.
c. ~Jessadriel Darkmountain~