Author’s Note: Yes, I know that Gandalf created the water horses in the book and Arwen did so in the movie, but I like thinking of them as creatures of sorts, or at least spirits or something. This was originally posted under my penname Redclia at fanfiction.net.

Also, if anyone who reads this knows Elvish (or knows someone who knows Elvish) would like to convert this (or as close to this as possible) to Elvish, I would really like to see it.

We are the water horses
The steeds of the Bruinen
Called, we come
Galloping in crashing waves
Fluid and strong are we
Made with liquid jewels
Droplets of diamonds and sapphires
Flowing over the river
Glory is in our raging song
Pride in our roaring cry

We are the water horses
The steeds of the Bruinen
Called, we come
Charging down the Dark
Washing clean our banks
Drowning out their cries
Our thunderous rush triumphant
For we are the proud, the strong, the free
We are frothing manes, swirling bodies
The steeds of the Bruinen