Fruma rode along the edge of Mirkwood forest,
He's led astray,
He stills himself,
He comes across an elf-dwelling before him,
There a red flame burned.
Gentle was the breeze beneath the trees,
Gentle was the breeze beneath the trees ahead.
There an elven maid came out,
He's led astray,
He stills himself,
She was not a woman dear,
There a red flame burned.
"Welcome, Fruma!"
He's led astray,
He stills himself,
"Come to the trees and live with us."
There a red flame burned.
"I do not want to live with elves,"
He's led astray,
He stills himself,
"I would rather live on river and open grassland"
There a red flame burned.
She went to her chest,
He's led astray,
He stills himself,
Took up a sharp sword,
There a red flame burned.
She stabbed the sword into his side,
He's led astray,
He stills himself,
Fruma is hurt,
There a red flame burned.
Fruma saw blood from his heart,
He's led astray,
He stills himself,
Going down to his horse's hoof,
There a red flame burned.
He suffered only three hours,
He's led astray,
He stills himself,
Fruma was a pale corpse,
There a red flame burned.
I will turn my song to the river,
He's led astray,
He stills himself,
May Bema be with us,
There a red flame burned.Gentle was the breeze beneath the trees,
Gentle was the breeze beneath the trees ahead.
Old song of northfolk around ruins of Framsburg and upper Anduin vale.
((old icelandic song))
