As Maeglin grew to full stature he resembled in face and form rather his kindred of the Noldor, but in mood and mind he was the son of his father. His words were few save in matters that touched him near, and then his voice had a power to move those that heard him and to overthrow those that withstood him.
–Tolkien, J.R.R.; Tolkien, Christopher. The Silmarillion.
How I imagine him. Haha this is the first thing I've drawn in 4 years. Inspired by that one Sabriel book cover.















