O Ainur and thy majesty!



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Gaze no longer, cometh hither!

Ulmo, lord of all that is water

King of the sea, send thy vassal

He that is Ossë, let him speak to us

We yearn for thy counsel, O glorious water-lord

In a world that grows arid,

grant us thy rain!

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Winds, catch our sails!

Through any storm, we shan't fear!

For Manwë his breath will guideth us home

Safe haven, Celondim we return!

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Aulë, O mighty smith!

We call to thee, strike down those terrible foes!

The spawn of darkness, with thy hammer

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Oromë, ride with Nahar

To destiny and hence forth!

Never let thy arrow miss,

the shot that binds our fate!

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Námo, Mandos, lord of death!

Let thy halls be prepared,

let thy gates open wide for those that cometh

Kinsmen fall, but rest they shall,

in Mandos' peaceful hall!

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Lórien, O Lórien!

Hear the call we cry to thee 

When we rest, grant us thy dreams!

For their solace we wisheth

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He that is strength, power and might!

Tulkas is he, Astaldo

The bringer of the valiant courage!

To thee we call, when battle must be

Grant us thy potency when time reasons hence

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((A quick improvisation by Finya's player.))