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Another version of the Mewlips from the Tolkien poem of the same name. These puppets and the miniature set was created for this film version of that poem:
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In this image the mewlips are dividing their ill-gotten loot amongst each other. The guy who can count is king here.
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But when Tuor had lived thus in solitude as an outlaw for four years, Ulmo set it in his heart to depart from the land of his fathers, for he had chosen Tuor as the instrument of his designs; and leaving once more the caves of Androth he went westwards across Dor-lˇmin. But even as dim dusk came on the third day of his journey, Tuor found before him a wall of rock, and there was an opening therein like a great arch; and the stream passed in and was lost. Then Tuor was dismayed, and he said: "So my hope has cheated me! The sign in the hills has led me only to dark end in the midst of the land of my enemies." But even as the light of the coming sun shone pale in the far mists of Mithrim, Tuor heard voices, and looking down he saw in amazement two Elves that waded in the shallow water. So he found Annon-in-Gelydh, the Gate of the Noldor, which the people of Turgon built when they dwelt in Nevrast long years before.
Thence a dark tunnel led beneath the mountains, and issued into Cirith Ninniach, the Rainbow Cleft, through which a turbulent water ran towards the western sea. The sun rose behind his back and set before his face, and where the water foamed among the boulders or rushed over sudden falls, at morning and evening rainbows were woven across the stream. High hills now marched on either side, and fresh waters spilled from them into Cirith Ninniach over shimmering falls. Then he lifted up his voice, and plucked the strings of his harp, and above the noise of the water the sound of his song and the sweet thrilling of the harp were echoed in the stone and multiplied.
And Tuor came into Nevrast, and looking upon Belegaer the Great Sea he was enamoured of it, and the sound of it and the longing for it were ever in his heart and ear, and an unquiet was on him that took him at last into the depths of the realms of Ulmo. Then he dwelt in Nevrast alone, and the summer of that year passed, and the doom of Nargothrond drew near; but when the autumn came he saw seven great swans flying south, and he knew them for a sign that he had tarried overlong, and he followed their flight along the shores of the sea.
The Silmarillion (chapter 23), The Unfinished Tales (Of Tuor and his Coming to Gondolin)


watercolor pencils, soft pastels

Second installment of the six-part series of illustrations for the story of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin (in the Silmarillion and the Unfinished Tales), which I drew last summer as a commission for certain Tolkien-fans.
It shows some important moments of Tuor's journey from Hithlum to Vinyamar. The upper panel shows the Gate of the Noldor, even as Gelmir and Arminas the two Noldorin messengers emerged from it. The main scene shows the Rainbow cleft with Tuor playing his harp. And then there are the seven swans, sent as a sign by Ulmo.
As for the heraldic devices, the two swan-wing are of course Tuor's again. The upper-right is the device of Finarfin (Gelmir and Arminas were of Finarfin's people). The lower-left is Fingolfin's, which is not so closely connected to this story, but the Gate of the Noldor (though built by Turgon) was made as the best way from Vinyamar to Fingolfin's realm and the device of Fingolfin is a good counterpart to that of Finarfin (also I like it so I wanted to have it included in one of the illustrations).

Part 1: Tuor in Hithlum
Part 3: In Vinyamar
Part 4: Coming to Gondolin
Part 5: The Fall of Gondolin
Part 6: A New Beginning

I hope you like it and I'll appreciate your comments. :-)

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If you like my Tolkien-related art, look at my related journal or gallery folder.
But you can find even more of my pictures on my website Angrenost.cz. It's in Czech, but you can still look at the gallery of illustrations. Enjoy! :-)
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illustration for ''Silmarillion'' of Tolkien
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After Maedhros and Maglor, here’s the Fingon that I promised!
Is this becoming a thing? I think it is becoming a thing.

Fingon the Valiant, who rescued Maedhros from Thangorodrim in what is definitely one of my favourite moments from the Silmarillion. That in such few words Tolkien wrote what I consider one of the most touching friendship stories I’ve ever read, only makes me admire him even more.

At this point I’m pretty sure I’m going to draw more Silmarillion characters…any suggestion? I was thinking about Galadriel because I’d like next one to be a lady, but I’m still not sure òwo

Background textures by abigelstock.deviantart.com/art… and by redribbonrobot.tumblr.com/

Maedhros: ilweran.deviantart.com/art/Mae…
Maglor: ilweran.deviantart.com/art/Mag…
Aredhel: ilweran.deviantart.com/art/Are…
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"A few brave men of Esgaroth were strung before goblins to make a feint of resistance, and many there fell before the rest drew back and fled to either side. As Gandalf had hoped, the goblin army had gathered behind the resisted vanguard, and poured now in rage into the valley, driving wildly up between the arms of the Mountain, seeking for the foe. Their banners were countless, black and red, and they came on like a tide in fury and disorder.

The elves were the first to charge. Their hatred for the goblins is cold and bitter. Their spears and swords shone in the gloom with a gleam of chill flame, so deadly was the wrath of the hands that held them. As soon as the host of their enemies was dense in the valley, they sent against it a shower of arrows, and each flickered as it fled as if with stinging fire. Behind the arrows a thousand of their spearmen leapt down and charged. The yells were deafening. The rocks were stained black with goblin blood. Just as the goblins were recovering from the onslaught and the elf-charge was halted, there rose from across the valley a deep-throated roar. With cries of "Moria!" and "Dain, Dain!" the dwarves of the Iron Hills plunged in, wielding their mattocks, upon the other side; and beside them came the men of the Lake with long swords. Panic came upon the Goblins; and even as they turned to meet this new attack, the elves charged again with renewed numbers. Already many of the goblins were flying back down the river to escape from the trap: and many of their own wolves were turning upon them and rending the dead and the wounded. Victory seemed at hand, when a cry rang out on the heights above.

Goblins had scaled the Mountain from the other side and already many were on the slopes above the Gate, and others were streaming down recklessly, heedless of those that fell screaming from cliff and precipice, to attack the spurs from above. Each of these could be reached by paths that ran down from the main mass of the Mountain in the centre; and the defenders had too few to bar the way for long. Victory now vanished from hope. They had only stemmed the first onslaught of the black tide."

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Pen & drawing ink work. Previous work: "Battle of Five Armies: Men of Esgaroth" [link]. Probably going to be followed by: Dain's warriors and/or Thorin's company and Iron Hill dwarves/ Bolg's warriors. "Beorn Finds Thorin" has been made earlier [link]. Final work, "Thorin's Farewell", is also planned.
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Silence before the stor... I mean battle.
And Uldor.
(And a small Caranthir in the background.)

I am not *quite* satisfied with how this turned out, but given the fact that I haven't drawn anything worthwhile in ages, I'm quite happy that I at least started and *finished* something. Yay!

Link to a slightly altered and colored version: [link]
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Beneath the long slopes of Mount Taras in bygone days Turgon had dwelt in the halls of Vinyamar, eldest of all the works of stone that the Noldor built in the lands of their exile. There it still stood, desolate but enduring, high upon great terraces that looked towards the sea. (...) Tuor went up the wide stairs, now half-hidden in thrift and campion, and he passed under the mighty lintel and entered the shadows of the house of Turgon; and he came at last to a high-pillared hall. (...) Then Tuor marvelling saw that on the wall behind the throne were hung a shield and a great hauberk, and a helm and a long sword in a sheath. The hauberk shone as it were wrought of silver untarnished, and the sunbeam gilded it with sparks of gold. But the shield was of a shape strange to Tuor's eyes, for it was long and tapering; and its field was blue, in the midst of which was wrought an emblem of a white swan's wing. Then Tuor spoke, and his voice rang as a challenge in the roof: 'By this token I will take these arms unto myself, and upon myself whatsoever doom they bear.'
Now Tuor felt his feet drawn to the sea-strand, and he went down by long stairs to a wide shore upon the north side of Taras-ness (...). And Tuor stood upon the shore, and the sun was like a smoky fire behind the menace of the sky; and it seemed to him that a great wave rose far off and rolled towards the land, but wonder held him, and he remained there unmoved. And the wave came towards him, and upon it lay a mist of shadow. Then suddenly as it drew near it curled, and broke, and rushed forward in long arms of foam; but where it had broken there stood dark against the rising storm a living shape of great height and majesty. Then Tuor bowed in reverence, for it seemed to him that he beheld a mighty king. A tall crown he wore like silver, from which his long hair fell down as foam glimmering in the dusk. (...) And thereupon Ulmo lifted up a mighty horn, and blew upon it a single great note, to which the roaring of the storm was but a wind-flaw upon a lake. And as he heard that note, and was encompassed by it, and filled with it, it seemed to Tuor that the coasts of Middle-earth vanished, and he surveyed all the waters of the world in a great vision: from the veins of the lands to the mouths of the rivers, and from the strands and estuaries out into the deep.
He awoke at length in the grey light, and arose, and left the high seat (...). And Tuor looked down from the lowest terrace and saw, leaning against its wall among the stones and the sea-wrack, an Elf, clad in a grey cloak sodden with the sea. Silent he sat, gazing beyond the ruin of the beaches out over the long ridges of the waves. All was still, and there was no sound save the roaring of the surf below. As Tuor stood and looked at the silent grey figure he remembered the words of Ulmo, and a name untaught came to his lips, and he called aloud: "Welcome, VoronwŰ! I await you."
The Unfinished Tales (Of Tuor and his Coming to Gondolin)


watercolor pencils, soft pastels

Third part at last of my series of illustrations for the story of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin (in the Silmarillion and the Unfinished Tales), which I drew last summer as a commission for certain Tolkien-fans.
Tuor had come to Vinyamar, found the armour which had been left there long before by king Turgon and he encountered first the Vala Ulmo and then VoronwŰ who then took him to Gondolin. It is really a powerful part of the story and it wasn't easy for me to decide, how to illustrate it. Ulmo appearing to Tuor is one of the most popular scenes from the Silmarillion, if I can judge from the number of illustrations (I saw at least six versions of it, including of course famous illustrators such as Ted Nasmith) so I chose a slightly different approach, showing not the meeting itself, but rather the vision of waters of Arda. As for the lower panel with VoronwŰ, you may have seen my older illustration of Vinyamar, so here I took the liberty to use a previously established setting. :-)
As for the heraldry, there are of course two of Tuor's swan wings again, and then two elven heraldic devices I had to imagine myself. In the upper left corner there is the device of Turgon (many months ago when I was drawing it, I asked my fellow illustrators here on dA what should Turgon's emblem look like with four possible versions I imagined. Final version isn't identical to any one of these, but mostly it takes from #2 and #4). And in the lower right there is the device of VoronwŰ (a lot of blue and green because of his connection to the sea).

Part 1: Tuor in Hithlum
Part 2: Journey to the Sea
Part 4: Coming to Gondolin
Part 5: The Fall of Gondolin
Part 6: A New Beginning

I hope you like it and I'll appreciate your comments. :-)

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If you like my Tolkien-related art, look at my related journal or gallery folder.
But you can find even more of my pictures on my website Angrenost.cz. It's in Czech, but you can still look at the gallery of illustrations. Enjoy! :-)
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Pencil drawing.
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Melkor out of Arda
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I┤ll upload the description as soon as I find my English version of the book :)
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