A land it was of great magnificence:
A realm of mountains vast, of many arts.
A people there: they were of noble stance,
And valor great showèd within their hearts.
Spirits bright had they, colored that of quartz.
Not even in the darkest hour would
Their fëa fail–like bright and glowing ramparts
Against the evils of the world. I stood
Now at the Edge, rememb’ring all I could.
My people, they were gracious… the Noldor,
How wise and fair they were. Indeed I should
Feel pride, and yes, some deeds were great for sure.
But I can never proudly say these words
With kindred’s blood upon our swords.