Well, nine more days isn't going to help me do this any better. It's not a very good riddle - and it's not very good poetry either. ICK! But, hey, it's done.
The light of the moon and the sun
Were two, but first they were one.
When made one again they shone like a flame
Giving glory and fame to the Chief Dúnadan.
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Elen síla lúmenn’ omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.
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