This sentence comes from the Letters from Father Christmas written by Tolkien for his children from 1920s to 1942. It is supposed to be in “Arctic”, a language used in the North Pole in the house of Father Christmas - but though this small fairy world Tolkien imagined for the delight of his children was intended to be strictly private and is not a part of Middle-earth proper, this “Arctic” actually appears to be a form of Qenya.

The translation was provided by Tolkien himself, through the hand of a Polar Bear who appears to have some issues with orthography. To prevent any eye sore for our readers, we emended his vagaries to a more normal spelling.

The text is transcribed in sarati or “letters of Rúmil”, written vertically from top to bottom and from left to right. The signs are used according to Tolkien’s valuation for Quenya. We made use of Måns Björkman Berg’s typeface Sarati Eldamar.  Open this mode in Glaemscribe