Last of all Húrin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and wielded an axe two-handed; and it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-guard of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew he cried: ‘Aurë entuluva! Day shall come again!’ Seventy times he uttered that cry; but they took him at last alive, by the command of Morgoth, for the Orcs grappled him with their hands, which clung to him still though he hewed off their arms; and ever their numbers were renewed, until at last he fell buried beneath them. Then Gothmog bound him and dragged him away to Angband with mockery.
Thus ended the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, as the sun went down beyond the sea. Night fell in Hithlum, and there came a great storm of wind out of the West.
The Silmarillion: Of the Fifth Battle
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Fierce. I never thought I would complain about a weapon in a fantasy painting looking too small, but Hurin’s axe seems small and short for a man of his size and strength.
One of the sadder moments of the Silmarillion. Well done.
It’s based on a Germanic axe – and I already made it considerably larger. ;)
Very well done. A visual reminder that no matter how dark the night, day shall come again.
Your latest paintings are taking my breath away. Such passion!
I love the hands in the front of this picture, especially because hands play such a big role in the description of this scene!
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