»Quenta callo yalúmeo, mal lá lemba, lússë Eldaranieo, lússë úvartieo ar antaleo. »A tale of hero in time long ago, but not forgotten, in time of Elven kingdom, in time of justice and sacrifice. Lússë, írë morë nirië né ennona apa andi loar. In time when dark force was reborn after more than two thousand years. Tulala loassen toronelya macuva te. In years to come thy brother would slay you.
A-nanta lá ilu ná vanwa…« But yet not everything is lost…«
Anenwina yondoron Denethoro. The oldest of the sons of Denethor. Morë findeva ar sindë henduva, Dark-haired and grey-eyed, Eteminya ar tulca tirië. Proud and stern of glance. Óreryassë collero tanna In his heart he wore a banner Lostala as tinda alda ar as atso eleni, With blooming silver tree and seven stars, Haryanéro firinga telpeva as minë ninquë mírë, He had a colar of silver with only one white stone, Rómaquiltassë alta romba. On a baldric a great horn. Henduryassë cennelyë ohtar, yar turnéro In his eyes you saw the battles that he won Ar nuntéro órerya lieryanna. And to his people he banned his heart.
Cilyatumbollo oantéro as tolto nildor From Rivendell he left with eight companions Mentalenna, ya satinë i umbar Ambaro On a mission that decided the destiny of the world Ánero vanda, ya úmero polë hepë He gave a promise that he couldn't keep Ar tauressë falassinnar Altasiro And in the forest on the shores of Great River Mernéro mapa i Corma Cormacolindollo. He tried to take the Ring from the Bearer. Néro túrina sahtienen i Mineo, He was overtaken by temptation of the One, Ya ulyanë sangwa sámaryanna ar óreryanna That poisoned his mind and heart Ar úmero polë turë cuilerya minya lún. And for the first time he couldn't control his life.
Ar san hendurya né quatinë as mornië And then his eyes were filled with darkness Ar milmë né panyaina óreryassë. And greed was planted in his heart.
Ananta hirnéro sámarya But yet he found his mind I lússë, írë Urqui nalantaner In the moment when Orcs atacked Ar qualmeryassë mahtanéro And in his agony he fought Alcaren, vandan, ya né cárina. For the glory, for the promise that was made. Hárina rimbë pilindíen metyanéro ohtarya Pierced with many arrows he ended his fight Ar írë nildor tuller, néro firala nu alda. And when the others came he was dying at the tree. Macilerya né máryassë er, mal maicas né rúcina His sword was still in his hand, but broken near the hilt Rombarya né perina ara His horn was cloven in two beside Ar ohtassë cuilë callova metyanë. And in battle ended hero's life.
Ar henduryassë cennelyë i ohtar-yallo And in his eyes you saw the battles cry Ar alcar né ata óreryassë. And glory was again inside his heart.