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English[en]
‘Listen! They are coming this way,’ said Frodo. ‘We have only to wait.’ The singing drew nearer. One clear voice rose now above the others. It was singing in the fair elven-tongue, of which Frodo knew only a little, and the others knew nothing. Yet the sound blending with the melody seemed to shape itself in their thought into words which they only partly understood. This was the song as Frodo heard it:
Cornish[kw]
‘Goslowewgh! Ymons i ow tos troha ni,’ yn-medh Frodo. ‘Nyns yw res moy es gortos.’ An kenys a dheuth ha bos nessa. Unn lev kler a sevis a-ugh an re erell. Yth esa ev ow kana yn taves teg an Elfow mayth aswonnis Frodo marnas tamm anedhi, ha’n re erell a aswonnis travyth. Mes an son, ow kemmyska gans an melodi, a omfurvyas yn geryow y’ga thybyansow dell hevelis, geryow na wrussons i konvedhes marnas yn rann. Honn o an gan dell wrug Frodo hy glywes: