The Uruk-Hai

nur

ru(a)

sú(re)

[...groans...

...wind...]

Ai! Laurië lantar lassi súrinen,

Yéni únótimë...

[Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,

Long years numberless...]

nen

Yé(ni) ú(nó)timë ve rámar aldaron!

Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier

mi oromardi lissë-miruvór

[Long years numberless as the wings of trees!

The long years have passed like swift draughts

of the sweet meed in lofty halls]

Namárië!

Nai...

Nai hiruvalyë Valimar!

Nama

[Farewell!

Maybe...

Maybe thou shalt find Valimar!]

Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien.

Sinome maruvan ar Hildin(yar)

[Out of the Great Sea to Middle-Earth I am come

In this place I will abide, and my heirs]