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I Omentie Vinyamasse



During my time in Grey Havens i met Noldor Bard Elenare who sang to the youngest blood a songs from the past. Beleriand lands, faith and courage, love and betreyal were mainly in her lirycs. One song i can still remember very well as she sang in most beautiful language which can heart and mind never forget - Quenya.

I Omentie Vinyamasse

I tella ciryamo tella ciryallo, ya tuvë mernë i tië Númenna, ciryallo metta Noldoiva, vanwë mi lómëanóre rómess' úvanya.

I telda ciryamo, cild' ambartanen, et Ossëo helcë falmallon lehtaina, cuilenna nenillon mi sinda falassë Nenion Herunen né enantaina.

Istyalye men sina, ar oronteryar, sintelyes ilyë, almárië rissen. Nan Vinyamar yerna ondonen carna ná lusta ar vanwë i sinomë marner.

Ardanna muin' avánientë, i lómëo halien nuldar Formello varnassë harien mi lúmë úvarna, tenn' umbar metya i estel intyaina.

Nan lá ilya estel ná vanwa tenn'oio ar ume ú tyeldeo Valion ormë. Or ulca Quendion ná voronwenta i sí ëarello ngwalca tultaina.

Amba a cena, orta órelya, entula minn' Endóreo lumbë, I túla elyenna, mi sinda collo, ná úner i yondoron Eldaliéva.

Ter fírima Atan i estel antaina, ter fírima túlas, i hrívesse ringa, i tuile nan tuluva minna Endóre ar i Elen Estelo nauva tintaina.

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The Meeting at Vinyamar

The last mariner from the last ship that wished to find the way to [the] West, From the last ship of the Noldor, lost in the shadowy, unlovely country on the East.

The last mariner, chosen by the fate released from the cool waves of Osse, to the life out of the waters on the gray shore by the Lord of the Waters was given back

You know this place, and its mountains, you knew everything in the prosperous days. But Vinyamar old of stone made is empty and gone those who dwelled here.

To the secret realm they are gone, in order to hide, hidden off the shadow from the North to have safety in unsafe time, untill the doom puts the end to the supposed hope.

But not all [the] hope is lost forever, and the anger of the Mighty is not without end. Above the malice of Quendi is their faithfullness that is now brought out of the cruel sea.

Look up, raise your heart, come again into the shadow of the Middle Earth, who is coming against you in the gray cloak, is nobody of the Elven-folk sons.

Through the mortal Man the hope [is] given through the mortal it is coming, in the cold winter, but the spring shall come to the Middle Earth, and the Star of [the] Hope shall be kindled.