Bilingual version Quenya - English - Ambar Eldaron

Laurendil: Macili lá mára sinomë. Á mapa i calma ar voroyurë!
Swords are no use here. Take the lamp and keep running!
Valandil mapa i calma. Ercassë ar Vandiel mapa rancu Boromiro ar restantero yurien.
Fiondil hilya. Ve autëantë, Laurendil lussa quettar lúcëo. Calima cala horya sílë ar i
talan rúma. iTirnor rámar caurenen, ar nar hortainë iEldaherullo. Tópa i hroto ruxa ar
i ondor lantar. Rato, i cala fífirua ar iEldaheru cenë i loicor i tirnoron imíca i lantainë
ondor. Apa lúmë ratas i Númenórennar, te hírala lintavë calinanen i calmo. [Valandil
takes the lamp. Ercassë and Vandiel take Boromir’s arms and help him to run. Fiondil
follows. As they are leaving, Laurendil whispers words of enchantment. A bright light
suddenly begins to shine whitely and the ground heaves. The guards shout with fear, and are
sent flying from the Elf-lord. The roof of the cave crumbles and the stones fall. Soon, the
light slowly fades and the Elf-lord sees the corpses of the guards among the fallen stones.
After a time he makes a way to the Númenóreans, finding them quickly by the light of the
lamp.]
Laurendil: Me varnë lúmen. Valandil, á vorotulya. Tiruvan catarelma*.
We are safe for a time. Valandil, continue leading. I will watch our backs.
Ercassë: Man carital? iTalan rúmanë ar engë alta cala.
What did you do? The ground heaved and there was a great light.
Laurendil: Carnen ya mauya nin carë. Á lelya sí. Umin lerya er sinomello.
I did what was needed. Go now. We are not yet free from here.
Vandiel: Mal, ilyë ondor alantier. Manen eteratuvalmë?
But, all the stones have fallen. How will we find our way out?
Valandil: Lá ilyë ondor, Vandiel. Cenit? Entë ondor er termarëar. Er polim cenë tielma.
Not all the stones, Vandiel. Do you see? Those stones over there are still
standing. We can yet see our path.
Vorovantëantë. Lúmë auta ar i lelië lenca. Fiondil lumba ar laiwa. Ringa i talmo heldë
talluniryanna ar i harwi ungwaleryo tyarer son talta. Helmarya amparca ar saiwa.
Ranyas ulcë olorissen. [They continue walking. Time passes and the going is slow. Fiondil is
weary and ill. The cold of the ground on the naked soles of his feet and the wounds of his
torture cause him to collapse. His skin is very dry and hot. He wanders in evil dreams.]
Ercassë: Mauya men resta hannonya.
We must help my brother.
Laurendil: Quamë sina han curunya envinyata. Umin harya i envinyatala olvar ya mauya
nin.
This sickness is beyond my skill to heal. I do not possess the healing plants
that I need.
Valandil: Lá polis rúma. So ammilya.
He cannot move. He is too weak.
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