Grrrr. Sometimes I ask myself why? Then I remember if anything can go wrong it will go wrong! I would have had this up earlier but a storm, light on rain heavy on lightning decided to strike causing a power outage. I think I'll just go into my room where nothing too bad could possibly happen to me, and leave the social world for awhile, but thats impossible so I'll just have to deal with it.
Can't wait till you guys start to tell the tale at the Green Dragon, too bad my character couldn't be there too, but she had more pressing matters, don't forget to mention her, please
Here's the Lament, I used Italian for the words that didn't exist in elvish and improvised a little as well to make things work:
Nairë an Lira (Lament for Lira)
Lira Nen yassen si lei nórë?
Là andavë sé Eryn Lasgalen var vanima Ithilien
Lei dolce óma nira là na hlarë sé questi nórë ata
Mi ormë rauma mandë denominato lei
Ai! Quello lei hroa era rácina sé quello úro nómë
Quello lei Fëa era incarcerato mi ungo
Sé i mórnië i carnë rauco é venuto mal lei sfidato a lui
A! Elbereth Gilthiniel!
silvren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Gilthoniel, A! Elbereth!
Lei órë era silmë ar isilmë
Lei rinunciato ambar quando àra ortanë
Ràsa chiamate, ninquë falassë a laica campi
Tinda a laurë fiori ondeggiamento mi ëar hwesta
Lindo lindë di lúcë
Mai fare lei mírë hen na vaxë lacrimenen
Lei fare nyényë lá lillor nyérë sé firima nórë
Lá lil fare lei sentire i nwalya di anqualë
Sérë sé sacro Aman, melda Lira
Sérë si oallo i móta di Endor
Mi nórë di oira lómë
(Its a fairly rough translation, but I did my best, its probably botched to pieces though)