The Riddle of Strider
Original English by J. R. R. Tolkien
Brúnath vill ú-firir,
Heleg ú-vâb thynd aind.
Naur o lith lachatha
Gaul o dae labatha
Crist rist peniathar
Pen bedh-rî ad aran.
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.