Три часа уже не рекорд, а норма.

Линк, я не могу с этим эдельвейсом. Гениальное словосочетание. )))

О, вот перевд, который я искала:

Galadriel’s Lament for Finrod

Tell me, hillside heather, just tell:
If your summer coat is green,
If your blooming tombstone is thin?
Sleep, my brother and my kin,
My beloved kin, all-forgiving kin.


Tell me, ruthless memory, tell:
How could he leave all he had?
Which star’s light he found instead?
How could he tell our fate,
Our common fate, our cruel fate?



Look, sister, can you see?
Love burns the wound, my heart is hurt.
This cursed path’s not for me,
Pain and misfortune fill the world.
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But I have said to him:
My brother, we will go forward.
The cup is filled with tears
But sun will rise in shining gold.


Tell me, sandy seaside, just tell:
How could we lose all our Gifts,
How could our faith be deceived?
But my brother led us on,
Stars above him shone, high and brightly shone.


Tell me, mighty glory, just tell:
Why have we received bitter lies
When we looked at you, met your eyes?
Mist of our pride has been shed.
And my brother said, looking back, he said:


Look, sister, can you see?
Death and conceit are now wed.
Like everybody we must be.
I fear I cannot do that.


But I have said to him:
My brother, we must go forward.
The sky is dark for us
But sunrise will be our reward.



У меня Вереск, К Амарие и Финал есть полностью на английском, но перепечатывать лень.