Helm's Deep

Hwær cwóm helm? Hwaer cwóm byrne?

Hwær cwóm feax flówende? HD

Hwær cwóm hand on hearpestrenge?

Hwær cwóm scir fýr scinende?

Héo dréag ðá losinga.

Earla ðinga ðe héo forléas.

Heo naefre wacode degred

To bisig mid degeweorcum

Ac oft heo wacode sunnanwanung

Donne nihtciele creap geond moras

And on paere hwile

Heo dreag pa losinga

Earla pinga pe heo forleas.

Heo swa oft dreag hire sawle sincende

Heo ne cupe hire heortan lust.

'She never watched the morning rising,

Too busy with the day's first chores,

But oft she would watch the sun's fading,

As the cold of night crept across the moors.

And in that moment

She felt the loss

Of everything that had been missed.

So used to feeling the spirit sink,

She had not felt her own heart's wish.'