Thy fate shall not be in my hands
Eönwë rejects the apologies of Sauron.
Thy fate shall not be in my hands,
Thou once a bright spirit of light were,
But thy might and arts the Enemy's design greatly served,
And thou in darkness and horrible terror eventually turned.
Despised and feared by whom dwelt in these sad lands,
A murderer of gentle souls and of fell spells the sorcerer,
Nay, I tell thee, I may not free thee from thy guilt,
For the Powers only of thy case the last judges shall be.