She wears a crown of black roses on her hair
Streaming behind her like a banner on the wind;
She stands on the edge of a white cliff
Looking up at the raging sky, down at the churning sea.

Heo ferian an hring of blæc blostma on hire feax
Flowan beæftan heo on þæt wind;
Heo standan on þæt ecg of an hwit clif
Locian up æt se grimman heofon, niþer æt seo wiellan sæ.

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And the dark-haired daughter
Of the sea and the stone
Came to marry
The lord of the horses.

Ond seo deorefeax dohtor
Þæs sæ ond se stan
Com to beweddian
Se hlaford of mearhas.

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That raven-haired lady
With steelgrey eyes
As rare on our plains
As the black mearas.

Seo blæcfeax hlæfdige
Wiþ stylegræg eages
Swa seldcuð on ure feldas
Swa þæt blæc mearhas.

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So was she made our queen,
The lady of flowers, Lothíriel.

Swa heo wæs ure cwen
Seo hlæfdige of blostma, Lothíriel.

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A spirit of fire,
A heart full of love.

An mod of fyr,
An heorte ful of lufian.