Eluchil begins to sing softly in in the elven tongue. After a moment he switches to the common speech and you can hear him clearly.
“A king there was in days of old
Of whom many a tale is told;
The greatest Lord that under star
Once walked, ere evil things did mar
The night. He dwelt in Menegroth,
The Thousand Caverns great where both
He and Melian the Queen
Ruled wiser than who e’er has been
In the fair land of Middle-earth
Whence all who live have had their birth.
A king who ruled both well and long
Whose deeds appear in many a song
Elu Thingol was his name
And who has ever known his pain.
For Luthien Tinuviel,
Fairer than mortal tongue can tell,
Bound herself to mortal man
And passed the shore of Eruman;
Her spirit left the world indeed
Whither elves can take no reed
For Beren son of Barahir
To her of all the world most dear.
The King stayed by Esgalduin
Though life brought little joy to him.
The Silmaril now held his heart.
He had it set by dwarven art
Into the precious Nauglamir
Of all his hoard the thing most dear.
But then arose a mighty fight
And death did take away his sight.
The dwarven smiths slew the ancient King
Who woke where water falls to sing
Upon the shores of Cuivienen
Before the earliest Fathers of Men
Waked or saw the rising sun,
When round of days was first begun.
His spirit passed beyond the West,
Where he may yet find health or rest
In the vast halls of Mandos stern.
His final fate we may not learn.”