Norliriel sang this to Themodir as he was borne from the mountains, grievously wounded by a poisoned goblin blade.
She waits for you, whom you cherish,
Your beloved, fair as the sea-foam,
Crowned with silver, wreathed in light.
Shall you not wait for her also?
Endure, abide, be strong!
You shall not fade and fall
Until she has laid her hand in yours,
You shall not fall this day!
Her hair shall be braided with flowers;
She shall be garbed in fragrance and light,
Adorned with pearls on your wedding day.
Shall you not wait for her then?
Endure, abide, be strong!
You shall not fade and fall
Until she has laid her hand in yours,
You shall not fall this day!
Fair feet that once walked on jewel-strewn sands
Amidst pearls and light in Eldamar
Shall carry her swiftly to the gate.
Shall you not meet her then?
Endure, abide, be strong!
You shall not fade and fall
Until she has laid her hand in yours,
You shall not fall this day!
