"And even as Turin came up the ghastly sack of Nargothrond was well nigh achieved. The Orcs had slain or driven off all that remained in arms, and they were even then ransacking the great halls and chambers, plundering and destroying; but those of the women and maidens that were not burned or slain they had herded onto the terrace before the doors, as slaves to be taken to Angband. Upon this ruin and woe Turing came, and none could withstand him; or would not, though he struck all down before him, and passed over the bridge, and hewed his way towards the captives. . . . . but in that moment Glaurung the fell issued from the gaping Doors of Felagund . . . saying 'Hail, son of Hurin. Well met!' Then Turin sprang against him, and fire was in his eyes, and the edges of Gurthang shone as with flame. But Glaurung withheld his blast, and opened wide his serpent-eyes and gazed upon Turin. Without fear Turin looked into those eyes as he raised up his sword; and straightway he fell under the dreadful spell of the dragon, and was as one turned to stone. Thus long they stood unmoving, silent before the great Doors of Felagund. . . . . And while he was yet held by the eyes of Glaurung in torment of mind, and could not stir, at a sign from the Dragon Orcs drove away the herded captives, and they passed nigh to Turin and went over the bridge. and among them was Finduilas, and she held out her arms to Turin and called him by name. but not until her cries and the wailing of the captives was lost upon the northward road did Glaurung release Turin, and he might not stop his ears against that voice that haunted him after. . . . . . ."
~ "The Fall of Nargothrond", from The Children of Hurin - by J.R.R. Tolkien
What a terrible plight! Your love cries out to you in fear and helplessness, but you cannot do anything to save her! Dreadful thought! Poor Finduilas! Poor Turin! A hard choice lies before him - as the dragon releases him Glaurung deems that if Turin pursues Finduilas, the man will never see his mother and sister again. And they shall curse him! Ugh!!!
I may have rushed to complete this in the final stages. I hope it doesn't show too much. I really wanted to make a good image of the event - dark, a little grimy, some chaos. . . . It's busy, I tried to tone it down a bit. . . .
For my friend, Wouter . We both took a stab at what the scene looked like to us. Mine is fine. But his is The Biz! Go find it in his gallery: called "The Fall of Nargothrond"
Finally, I'm done with this one, after 30h of work !! damn it's been such a long time since my last digital illustration (it was the one with Celeborn and the weird sky xD).
I wanted to pay my tribute to this awesome lord : Glorfindel, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower : the Balrog Slayer ! He needed justice because he is one of the best character ever (with Ecthelion !) and when I ask people about Glorfindel, they see the teenager guy they chose for the decipher cards -__-' !!
I read the Fall of Gondolin not a long ago and I was listening to LoTR soundtrack it inspired me very much (Gosh, I'm in love with Howard Shores)
When elves were fleeing after the fall of the city, Glorfindel saved the lives of Tuor, Idril, and all the company when he defied the balrog that following them in the mountain. They fought long and Glorfindel finally stabbed it in the belly, but when the balrog fell it grabbed his long golden hair, pulling him back down over the edge of the cliff. He died in the fall, but his body was borne up by Thorondor, the great Eagle, and buried him.
I have to confess that I was not sure to finish this one...it is the 1rst time I draw a Balrog now I'm going to adopt it ! its name is Mou !
I'm so busy lately, it is just crazy...moreover, my mom got very badly sick so it's very complicated. I need a break...
"Then Túrin sprang about, and strode against him, and fire was in his eyes, and the edges of Gurthang shone as with flame. But Glaurung withheld his blast, and opened wide his serpent eyes and gazed upon Túrin. Without fear Túrin looked into those eyes as he raised up his sword; and straightaway he fell under the dreadful spell of the dragon, and was as one turned to stone. Thus long they stood unmoving, silent before the great Doors of Felagund."
and me decided Ted Nasmiths' famous rendering of this scene in The Silmarillion wasn't dramtic enough, so we sort of challenged each other to make our own take on this one. So, David, here it is, my humble take on the Fall of Nargothrond! Man this one took a year off my life . Learned a lot doing this one, probably would do a completely different one if I were to start again.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Made the original at a size of nearly 12000 pixels... Hey! Dragons take up a lot of space...
I guess we can debate about the accuracy of things portayed here. 'Doors' of Felagund in stead of just one. The text can be a bit contradictory, or open to interpretation. Maybe Glaurung should be bigger... I don't know. But I would love to hear/see your takes on this subject.
I am satisfied for now, on to the next one
::EDIT:: Changed Túrins face and Glaurungs leg, better this way. This is it, no more edits
Thus at the last the Teleri were overcome, and a great part of the mariners that dwelt in Alqualonde were wickedly slain. For the Noldor were become fierce and desperate, and the Teleri had less strength, and were armed for the most part but with slender bows. Then the Noldor drew away their white ships and manned their oars as best they might, and rowed them north along the coast.
The Silmarillion Of the flight of the Noldor J.R.R. Tolkien
Another Tolkien-based illustration which not fits the description (Oh my god, I forgot the rows!!! :-P). Anyway, I'm happy that it's finaly done, and I will think twice before aiming to make such a complicated scene again
The fifth battle in the wars of Beleriand, Nírnaeth Arnoediad, as told in J.R.R. Tolkiens Silmarillion. Fourth work and sequel to my previous works, "The battle of unnumbered tears", "The Fall of Azaghál" and "Gothmog Strikes Fingon Down".
"The battle was now thoroughly lost, with Turgon reduced to maintaining a defensive line guarding the entrance to the Pass of Sirion. Húrin and Huor urged Turgon to retreat to Gondolin.
Huor, Húrin and the remaining Men of Dor-lómin formed the rearguard, thus buying time for Turgon to escape with his surviving forces. For they did not wish in their hearts to escape from the Northlands; and if they could not win back their homes, there they would stand to the end. Foot by foot they withdrew, until they came behind the Fen of Serech, and had the stream of Rivil before them. There they stood and gave way no more.
The Men of Dor-lómin indeed fought to the death. Late in the afternoon, The Sun westered and the shadows of the Ered Wethrin grew dark, Huor fell pierced with a venomed arrow in the eye, and all the valiant men of Hador were slain about him in a heap. The Orcs chopped the heads off the bodies and piled them as a mound of gold in the sunset.
Last of all Húrin stood alone." ____ Ink & graphite work.