But as for Niënor, she ran on into the wood, hearing the shouts of pursuit behind; and her clothing she tore off, casting away her garments one by one as she fled, until she went naked; and all that day still she ran, as a beast that is hunted to heart-bursting, and dare not stay or draw breath.
The Children of Húrin, JRR Tolkien
Watercolour, gouache, coloured pencil, and ink on paper











