#huor

‘This I say to you, lord, with the eyes of death: though we part here for ever, and I shall not look on your white walls again, from you and from me a new star shall arise. Farewell!’

Here's a little eldritch doodle dump featuring the Gondolin crowd! Something tempted me to draw Hurin and Huor with Turgon, which turned into a whole thing of their first meeting with the king to their last meeting at the Nirnaeth :''') The beautiful Glorthelion designs are by @ecthelioffd! <333

This was my first time designing eldritch Idril and Maeglin; Idril incorporates some Vanyar fashion into her layers, which I imagine are very frilly loll So when I finally get around to designing the Vanyar, they'll have lots of pretty frills and lace! hahaa

The descriptions of this in The Silmarillion and The Children of Húrin especially to me are so vivid and strangely beautiful; the swords like a forest, the sons of Fëanor scattered like leaves in the wind, the sun setting upon the blood soaked rivulets of Serech and the strong winds building.

The line about night falling in Hithlum is especially grim to me knowing what is to befall Aerin, Morwen and all those left in Dor-lómin, as well as the displacement of many of the Sindar of Mithrim. The devastation of the Nírnaeth gives way to so much more horror.

Thus ended the Nírnaeth Arnoediad as the sun went down beyond the sea.

How tragic, how heartbreaking and bittersweet, that the greatest gift of undying friendship of men to elves must be cut short by death.

How heart-wrenching for the Eldar to linger on with the memory of that gift, a hole torn in the flowing fabric of their ageless years, a friend never returning, never to meet again beyond the western sea.