Маэдрос и Маглор после Пятой битвы. По стихотворению Кеменкири.
Брат, ты думаешь - я онемел,
Ищешь пальцами рану на горле…
Ты же знаешь могущество горя
И бездушие слов «не сумел».
Ты же знаешь – ты сам… Но прости,
Ты – счастливей: его не спасти
Никакой уже доблестью ратной…
Без него здесь так холодно, брат мой, -
Для чего же созвучья плести?
Чей-то смех долетит от костров.
Слово – «холодно», вверх – твоя бровь,
Мне на плечи – вастацкая шуба…
…Это имя пробьется, как кровь,
Разломив пересохшие губы…
Это время сочится, как кровь… (с)
Maedhros' and Fingon's friendship is my absolute favourite relationship in the Silmarillion. I can't imagine how devastated Maedhros must have been after Fingon's death, how painful it must have been to lose someone so close to you. Especially given the fact that an elf's life is so much longer than a human's and their friendships can last decades and more. You captured Maedhros' facial expresion so utterly well, and Maglor trying to comfort his older brother, unsuccessfully so... it crushes my heart. Beautiful work, in all aspects.
You have such an amazing talent of showing true depth and emotion in your characters' facial and bodily expression. This painting is beautiful, and I think i want to purchase something from you in the future. :^)
(Gotta show some love for Maedhros. Fingon's death was unfair, and the battle ended so badly!)
Maedhros's expression kills me And Maglor trying to comfort him, having this semi-hopeful look... You captured a very sad, beautiful and bittersweet moment.
You gotta wonder how much it ate up Maedhros to know that the Men he allied with betrayed them to Morgorth, delaying his aid to Fingon, and ultimately lead not only to crushing defeat by Morgorth but lead Fingon to his savage death. I think you capture the soul-consuming self-blame that he must have had in his bleak stare.
just makes me want to hug him. Poor guy.