Okay this is still a fan art for the brilliant @a-tehta's great work of Glorthelion "Sparring" 🙈. It has been (and still is) a draft in my pad for months and I couldn't find the time to finish and polish the details 😮💨. But I still want to share it to show my great love to @a-tehta's masterpiece of "The Theban Band of Gondolin" 🫶😍💗❤️
The scene I drew was the beginning of the fic below
"Glorfindel joined Ecthelion at the ship's rail, leaning against it at a carefully considered distance. Not as close as he wished to stand–that would be too close for propriety, and possibly for Ecthelion, after all those years apart–but close enough for private conversation. Now all he needed was an opening line. Unfortunately, his mind was a tangled mess, full of odd contrasts: of the comforts of the ship as compared to the hardship of his first journey east; of the terrifying unknowns he had faced then, and the unknown unknowns he might face now; of the way he had once romanticised battle and deadly peril, and of his current awareness of their cost. He longed to share all that confusion, to hear Ecthelion's own thoughts, which surely had to be running along similar lines–and yet… And yet, another contrast he was very much aware of was the one between all the pictures he had, over the years, painted of Ecthelion, and the real person now peering at him questioningly, whose brows were lifted in a way Glorfindel had never thought to portray. The contrast between memory and reality, which surely ran more than skin deep. He knew he would be reconciled to it, in time, but for now he felt paralysed, voiceless as one of his own paintings."
