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Namárië - Altariello nainië Loriendessë In Tengwar Quenya in Tengwar Quenya in Latin Alphabet English 150 5#t~C7T`V \ `Cj1E7T`Vj°^ 5lD5%`V j~N7T`V2$,R Namárië - Altariello nainië Lóriendessë Farewell - Galadriel's Lament in Lórien 150 lEÁ j.D7T`V j#4#6 j#,G 8~M7T5$5= hÍ~V5% ~M5~N1Gt$ yR 7~Ct#6 `Cm#7Y5Á hÍ~V5% yR j%4$ hÍUm#6 `Cy~C5%`V6 t~B `N7Yt#uT j%,Rt%7Uy~N7RyE `C2~M5$ qRj°#= yEuY 1Rj°&t#6 5& jlU5% hÍE,R5 1T4%j#6 `B `Vj$5% ~Nt#7ÎY lE7R1~C7Tj~B7T5$5-- Ai! Laurië lantar lassi súrinen, Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron! Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier Mi oromardi lissë-miruvóreva Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar Nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni Ómaryo airetári-lírinen. Ah! Like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees! The years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. 150 8~B t#5 `B hÍJj5# 5%5 `Vv#4&yEÀ-- Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva? Who now shall refill the cup for me? 150 `C5 8~B 1G4#j°$ yEuD lY`Nj^,R`N yR eD5Ì#6 t~C7ÎD1 `Vj$4#7T `N61E5$ `C6 `Bj´$ 1G`V6 `M2&j~CyR j&w&j$- `C6 3G2#5~N7T`Vj°^ alE1E t^65%`V `B eDj5#j%5:#6 `Bw$ t$1 `C6 9~BiG`V `M4~MqD aDj#aG7ÎY t%7T lY`Cj$- 8~B yE5nE 5~C= 7~Nt$j°^ yE5nE= yEj%t#6Á An sí Tintallë Varda oiolossëo Ve fanyar máryat elentari ortanë Ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë; Ar Sindanóriello caita mornië i falmalinnar imbë met ar hísië Untúpa calaciryo miri oialë. Sí vanwa ná, rómello vanwa, Valimar! For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds, and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us, and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever. Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar! 150 5#t~C7T`VÁ 5lE 9B7JyEj´$ yE5%t#6= 5lE `Vj´$ 9B7JyE- 5#t~C7T`V-\ Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar, Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!