The Riddle of Strider
Original English by J. R. R. Tolkien
Nadath vellin law1 thiliar,
Randir al-bain mistar;
I vrûn i belt law pêl,
Heleg law blada thynd tym.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.