lintienyanen nornen lyenna
ú quettaron, hwesto, ve senya
pananyen ara míne talelyar
periandi húre, níke Eldar,
illi olori i hirinyen
símanyo morne unquissen,
milye rávi, lotsi hloimie,
alcar lómea, silma lumbule,
astar yo ongwe yo áre yo sú
quilde ye sendave tópa ilú-
lisse loimar nainala maire
ilya ye ea ilya ye pene

Dear Aglardhers,

the web hosting company will perform a software upgrade (PHP 4 to PHP 5) on the server that hosts Aglardh and EldarinWiki on the 7th of March, therefore disruptions may occur in the availability of both sites. Apologies for any inconvenience this may cause.

Anyone in the right mood to play 'don't-guess-the-language-and-don't-try-to-translate'? :-)

I blados malen umboth·vai,
Iorendel amvenn rhostathog.
Am glavaithenniog no·dai,
I·vlador rheidianniog.

I·ngailir glethrefir i himp
Ar gladwen ladwen lhuaint i·alf nimp.

Or i arimorna tumbaron, sí ar tá
lanta helyanweo lane calima.
Pallanar i quinne ambonar
palyas linquilea vaimarya.
I yanta carina lelye armainen
anta vandar aurion caline.

Ingallo ítarille calo cúna
Hentanenye undu huinenna:
Fifírula tarmar iluména
tarir talmasse nwalyaina.
Etta calpanen helleo quiler
ar horonyen *quilya ambarenya luine.

Over dark dales now and then
sweeps a rainbow's shiny hem.
Far beyond the stony hillocks
it spreads its finely colored frock.
The bridge of delicate rays
gives promises of brighter days.

From the top of the bow of light
I glanced down into the night:

Derig erui vi morn
ar im - dannon sui gond
Le dewin. Bith dýr.
Ar i ú-iston, havol
vi dath hin chaer:
im le awarthannen
egor
Eru men awarthant bain.

you wait alone in the dark
and like a stone I fall.
I miss you. Words fail-
And what I don't know, sitting
in this pit, remote:
did I abandon you
or
God abandoned us all.

Hísie cápa
quínello línevea
or nessa arin

Mist leaps
from the crest cobweblike
over the young morning

Sí ar tá, armar
ríkar nore lintie
hísiquessillon

Now and then, rays of sunlight
try to run swiflty
from the mist-feathers

Har Orontumbar -
I henfanwa wintea
lerya vanie
Nendi nelde cálala
mi mírevea laiqua

Near Mount-Doom -
The eye-screen scatters
to set free beauty
three lakes shining
in gemlike green

Morna ...morenna
I norolinda lindo
ná hraicénima

Black ... upon black
the lightly tripping bird

This a rather loose rendering of a poem I wrote a long time ago.

This is the Quenya version:

amme amnútie nute ya samimme
er i merimme, ala cene exa
unótime mírimmar pia ambaremma
amme nurta illon mí vennasse

mal emme hentar háyanna, ta mí sére
nurtamme imme nu lassi narqueliéve

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it is meant to mean:

let us bind strongly whatever we have
so that no other should see, only whom we want
our countless treasures our little world

Earendil firin


hehtana calo cuileo úna
i fána cirya quildenen lutta
nún i ambonnar ñillínen hríza


yé! yúyal yerya víne vanwa
sí, melissenya, allintie auta
a nore lisse fandos' indemma


Earendil firin; aure auvane
tehta rambasse, ninya, na márie
vamme apsene vamme apsene

Tar-Laikafanga

Hungarian folk-tale, slightly adapted.
I hope it is intelligible so I won't give a translation, but I will be happy to answer any questions. Enjoy!