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Kagi's notes: I have found that the best way to internalize a language is to use it, and with a lack around here of native Quenya speakers, that means writing. ^_~ So this is some free verse s.o.c. stuff that was originally written in Elvish. The English translations aren't half bad though, with a bit of tweaking. If there are still some odd or choppy bits, it's because the original wasn't English, and the translation's rhythm just doesn't quite work.

And yes, there are some reconstructed and poorly attested words in there, so if anyone wants my notes as to what I used and why, email me for the details...I'll get a liguistic analysis up here eventually. -_-

This the very first thing I ever wrote in Quenya, just some images I was playing around with.

Night Ride

Yurinye ter i salque
moica hwestasse lómeo.
Menel calime eleninen
sílala findessenyanna.
Yurinye lintave
ar háya,
Mornie ilqua.
Umin pole cene
er lá rucinye.
Yalin rocconya
i tule ninna,
Ve amápien i súre.
Rohtea tyelca, rohtea tanca
Yúrala ter i lóme.
Rávannar i síro celimme;
Lía tinda tínala
ar mirilyala mí mornie.
Tárave menelesse ilcala
linga rinde silma,
Ar rohtan vanwa
undu ta.

English translation:

I run through the grass
in a soft night breeze,
The sky bright with stars
shining on my hair.
I am running fast
and far,
Darkness everywhere.
I cannot see
but I am not afraid.
I call my horse
and he comes to me
As if I have caught the wind.
Riding swift, riding sure
Running through the night
On the banks of the river run;
A silver thread that glints
and glitters in the dark.
High in heaven gleaming bright
hangs a circle silver white,
And I ride on
beneath it.

© Kagemihari, 5 aug 2003