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Maedhros and Fingon.
Cell-shaded personal project. This piece was inspired by the following part in the Silmarillion:
“But Fingon climbed to the foot of the precipice where his kinsman hung, and then could go no further; and he wept when he saw the cruel device of Morgoth. Maedhros therefore, being in anguish without hope, begged Fingon to shoot him with his bow; and Fingon strung an arrow, and bent his bow. And seeing no better hope he cried to Manwe, saying: 'O King to whom all birds are dear, speed now this feathered shaft, and recall some pity for the Noldor in their need!’”
I really want to draw one more Silmarillion illustration, but I have SO many ideas inspired by at least 20 scenes, that I cannot decide on a single one. So, I am asking for your help, gals and guys, if you are interested.
Please suggest some scenes from the Silmarillion that you would like me to possibly illustrate. I will illustrate —in a cell-shaded style— one of your requested scenes in the next month or so.
I ask only one thing:
Thanks so much! I am looking greatly forward to your suggestions.
The result of replaying Darksiders 1 and 2... again.
I think Death was a far more awesome character than War. His voice actor was fantastic, the design was great, and I absolutely loved his nimble acrobatics. Of course, I know that War was made purposefully less graceful, more heavy and focusing on brute force so as to better represent what he was.
To my eyes though, Death was cooler! But my opinion on this is biased for I always fall for Death if the character is present in a story. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
My muse delivered this painting idea together with a crappy little poem that would not leave my mind. So here it is:
Heretofore the dawn of time
Two amaranthine lovers, side by side
Sorrow and strife their one true crime,
War and Death do so stride.
For wherever War might tread
Death, his swain, is not far behind.
Joined by an everlasting thread,
Indulging in delights darker than night.
Their devotion to one another?
— Mathia Arkoniel