Thrice he rose


Thrice was Fingolfin with great blows
to his knees beaten, thrice he rose
still leaping up beneath the cloud
aloft to hold star-shining, proud,
his stricken shield, his sundered helm,
that dark nor might could overwhelm.

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lays of Beleriand

Schmincke watercolour and a bit of gouache on Etival cold-pressed paper, 27×35 cm. Making use of a newly-discovered site of reference photos, – so helpful!

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