Díllothwen insisted on her husband writing something down...not only would it help him remember how to write (considering he does not do so often), his inner thinking might be able to be understood. Undómion never thought of the purpose as to why his wife persisted, but he complied.
A recent work translated into Westron it read as thus:
Waves of time rise and fall
Heroes too come and go
Where would we be
Without the subtle beckoning?
The quiet longing…
The persistent call…
Our path may be clear
It may not be
Constant light?
A bright hope?
Impending doom?
Constant fear?
Can we lead our own?
Can we stand against the dark?
I doubt it much…
See how much is lost
And all for naught!
Time has shown that we are prone
Hardy as stone
Yet still can be broken
Shaped and wrought
For evil or for good
What else can be said
About our fragile bones?
Persistent as the wind
But its road can be blocked
As can ours…
Either find one way
Or be dismayed
With our will dimmed
Strong and untamed like fire
But seething anger is not the answer
Consumed within and remorse after
And despair follows
Is it worth it?
I would rather be in cold mire…
Calm and patient like rippling water
It can be cold or hot like our hearts
But it always finds a way
To comfort and heal
To save and give answers
A hope to the lost wanderer
Such are the natures of the Noldor
Many are fiery spirits
Many are calm…
Some are patient
All are persistent
And stubborn like boulders
((Title translation: Of the Noldo nature. My interpretation for this: Of the Noldor's Hearts.))
