Elven Ballads - Arwen & Aragorn | Quenya • Sindarin | Lord of The Rings #lotr #elvenmusic

When Aragorn was just two, he was brought to Rivendell after his father fell to Orc arrows. Under Elrond’s care, he grew in wisdom and strength, unaware of the heavy legacy he carried. At twenty, he saw Arwen for the first time. Captivated by her beauty, he called her Lúthien—and from that moment, his heart belonged to her. Elrond warned that such love carried a heavy doom: Arwen would one day have to choose between the immortality of Aman or a mortal life in Middle-earth. Aragorn left Rivendell soon after, spending many years as a Ranger, battling in the shadows against Sauron’s servants. Thirty years later, he entered Lórien, where beneath the golden mallorn trees, Arwen made her choice—and sealed her fate. Elrond declared that Arwen would wed no one but the King of Gondor and Arnor. The path before Aragorn was clear. After the War of the Ring, he fulfilled that destiny. Arwen became Queen, and together they shared one hundred and twenty years of peace and joy—a love long tested and finally rewarded. ---------------------------------------- Lyrics in Quenya and Sindarin, the constructed languages (conlangs) created by J.R.R. Tolkien for his Middle-earth legendarium. 🌿 Quenya is one of the primary Elvish languages, often called the “High Elven tongue,” spoken by the Grey Elves and other noble Elves. It is used in songs, poetry, and formal speech throughout Tolkien’s works, including ”The Lord of the Rings”. Sindarin, on the other hand, is the everyday language of the Elves of Middle-earth, especially in regions like Lothlórien and Rivendell, giving these songs their melodic, timeless quality. 00:00 Undómiel ar Elessar - Undómiel and Elessar, Quenya Ballad 03:17 Râd i Aran Forod – The Road of the Northern King, Sindarin Ballad 🌙 ✨ Undómiel ar Elessar ✨🌙 (Quenya ) Lómië vanwa nu elenar, Silme moina Arwenya. Mórë lanta, núta calima, Nairë quí úva firë. Aranya Eldaron ar Atani, Liruvë nalyë tenna Rómenna. Silmë mi nwalma calima, Nairë mi melmë úvë quén. Úrë ná melmë lómelindë, Mi hrívë, mi laurëa lómië. Yassen yéni vanwë nóren, Maruvan tenna Endorielya. Arwen Undómiel, Eldalië órë nin. Elessar, i calima hendu, Áva autë, áva núta, melda. 🌙 ✨ Undómiel and Elessar ✨🌙 (English) Twilight is lost beneath the stars, Gentle starlight, my Arwen. Darkness falls, brilliant light lowers, And sorrow perhaps shall not die. My king of Elves and of Men, You will sing until the East. Starlight in bright anguish, Sorrow within love shall not touch anyone. Fire is love of the nightingale, In winter, in golden dusk. Within the long years where lands are lost, I will dwell until your Middle-earth. Arwen Undómiel, The heart of the Eldar is mine. Elessar, your bright eyes, Do not leave, do not fall, beloved. ------------------------ Râd i Aran Forod (Sindarin) O rath dhín mi dû a dae, I Dúnadan lend vi rath fael; Mi tawar dúath, mi ’waith dûr, Estel hebid vi ind dîn tûr. O Certhon nîn, darthannen lîn, Narn lîn glîr nu elen tîn; Trî gwaew a naur gin síla lín— Aran Forod, anann ionnad. Mi sarch thôr i rochir lain, Tollen, benn dîn vi glanthrain; Dan vi gûr tlennin naur beleg, Gwestad thand dan gurth a beleg. O Certhon nîn, darthannen lîn, Narn lîn glîr nu elen tîn; Trî gwaew a naur gin síla lín— Aran Forod, anann ionnad. Ir dûth erin ered rann, A rifui vorn erin gann, E harnach megil i adan, A daro bâd vi hûl i vann. O Certhon nîn, lû lîn tôl, Cadar dartha, úgar dól; Losto dû, lasto glîn— Tolo Aragorn, aran nín 🎶✨ The Road of the Northern King 🎶✨ (English) Upon the silent road of night and shade, The Dúnadan walked the wild path alone; Through shadowed forests, through the weary lands, He kept his hope within his steadfast heart. O my wanderer, long have you waited, Your tale is sung beneath your guiding star; Through wind and fire your light still glimmers— Northern King, long-lived and destined. By ancient tombs where the riders lie, He came, his gaze set deep on fading stone; Yet in his heart great fire still burned, A true-made oath against the dark and death. When silence falls upon the wandering peaks, And shadows coil around the mountain paths, He forges once more the sword of the Man, And stands his ground in the breath of doom. O my wanderer, your hour draws near, The throne awaits; fear no shadow; Hear the night, hear your calling— Come now, Aragorn, our king. 🎧 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1adzp... 🎧 Apple Music:   / auraliel   #celticmusic #fantasy #elvenmusic #elvishsong #aragorn #legolas Become a premium member - where art and starlight meet in exclusive wallpapers.    / @auralielmusic   All images, music and animations are AI-generated.