The Lost Poems of Beren by Archivist

Poem 10

Poem 10:

Where snowflakes fall, I see thy grace,
A fleeting touch upon my face,
And though the winter’s chill is near,
Thy warmth alone I feel, my dear.

Quenya:

Lóminya serca nalta,
Esselya nurtaina,
Tyalin linya, melmë,
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