#hurin

[asinoeiv]

1 - The heights of Maedhros (8 feet, 245 cm), Fingon (7 feet, 213 cm) Azaghâl (4′ 5″, 135 cm) and Hurin (5′ 7″, 170 cm) in comparison.

2 - My Oc Lemyarë and Idril as children moments before their dads got into a fistfight.

3 - Elenwë I made for the background of this. She was too lovely not to save the sketch.

4 - Eöl and teenage Maeglin (Maeglin is around 45)

[arlenianchronicles]

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

Hurin's kiss is also inspired by last year's Scribbles & Drabbles, where @misst1ff wrote a lovely fic of Hurin and Turgon based on Sir Gawain! They mentioned in the comments how it'd be nice for Turgon to get a final kiss before Huor dies andHurin is captured, and I really wanted to draw it, so here it is T_T

[adglotr]

Turin Immobilised by the Gaze of Glaurung

Art by Denis Gordeev

[thelien-art]

A long goodbye.

I don´t draw them enough, but I love them so much, and look! Húrin has a shag mullet!!

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[pukiirice]

The last meeting of Hurin and Morwen

[fickleartdump]

that one present that keeps getting regifted

[feyandferal]

Therapist: And what do we say when life is hard?

Me, crying: O King to whom all birds are dear, speed now this feathered shaft, and recall some pity for the Noldor in their need!

Therapist: Uh...

Me, shaking: Then Fingolfin beheld the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted upon Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him.

Therapist: Maybe you should try something more-

Me, rolling around on the floor: Aurë entuluva.

[afen315]