Howard Shore Gilraen's Memorial
A chéneg a ionneg Little boy, little one
Danna si fuin Night is falling.
Tolo na rengy nin Come into my arms,
Beriathon Let me hold you safe
A núriel annant But still you run
Trin aduial Through the twilight,
Ne dúath roeg dagech Lost in your play
Ne theilien Slaying demons in the shadows.
A chéneg A ionneg Little boy, little one,
Pant galu pant glas Full of grace full of joy,
A naenatha hún nín Oh, my heart will break,
Ne chinn lín cenim: For I see in your eyes:
Le iôn adar lín You are your father’s son,
û iôn naneth lín Not your mother’s child.