‘Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
for ever blest, since here did lie,
and here with lissom limbs did run,
beneath the moon, beneath the sun,
more fair than mortal tongue can tell.
Though all to ruin fell the world,
and were dissolved and backward hurled
unmade into the old abyss,
yet were its making good, for this—
the dawn, the dusk, the earth, the sea—
that Lúthien on a time should be.’
I’m completely submerged in exam papers; this is the only thing worth showing from a few pitiful, hastily scribbled scraps in my sketchbook. For all that, I feel it’s well worth showing.
Beren has acquired a beard. Oh the outrage. Blame Viggo, and Robb and Jon from HBO’s Game of Thrones. But at least Beren is fully entitled to all this scruffy glory, whereas Aragorn is Númenorean and Robb and Jon and fourteen. So there.