How mighty fell the Noldor elves
To set forth on thy quest
My words hear now, this solemn vow
The doom called at this hour
No hope ye bring, no victoring
No happiness you’ll sing
Though deeds you’ll reap and words you’ll keep
They’re paid in sorrows deep
No Vala hears your cries and fears
Nor sees unnumbered tears
For mountains high, enchantment tight
Will silence every single cry
Only when and only then
When pleas from elves and men
Shall sail through Valar’s mighty veil
Will they your message hail
So Spirit of Fire, your words of ire
Know this when all is dire:
Your prideful call has brought to all
Your Noldor kin, their greatest fall
Disclaimer: dit gedicht is geïnspireerd op De Silmarillion geschreven door J.R.R. Tolkien.