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квенья
Mettanna.

Lim-strang wæs geboren
Bearn léod-cyninga
Magorinc Mearces.
Bunden in byrde tó lædenne
Bunden in lufe tó thegnunge
Lang beadugear cyythath
Lic onginneth búgan.
Swift déadlic géar Stieppath geond willan.
Ac éagan gíet lóciath Beorhtre gesihthe;
Heorte gíet béateth.

Híe hine sáwon feorran
And hwíte sunnan in mane
Híe lange hine clipodon
Ac hé ne wolde cuman
For thon hé waes Sceadufæx
Hláford ealra méara
And hé ne andswarode bútan ánne.

Английский:

To the end!
Strong-limbed he was born
This son of Kings;
This warrior of Rohan.
Bound by birth to lead.
Bound by love to serve.
Long years of war begin to show.
The body has begun to bend.
Swift mortal years outpace the will.
But the eyes still watch clear-sighted.
The great heart is beating still.

In the distance they saw him,
White sun caught in his mane.
Long they called him,
But he would not come.
for he was Shadowfax,
Lord of all Horses.
And he answered only to one.


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