Then the days of Gondolin were yet full of joy and peace. (...) But Idril Celebrindal was wise and far-seeing, and her heart misgave her, and forebonding crept upon her spirit as a cloud.
-- J. R. R. Tolkien: The Silmarillion, chapter 23: Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin
Know then that Idril had a great power of piercing with her thought the darkness of the hearts of Elves and Men, and the glooms of the future thereto further even than is the common power of the kindreds of the Eldalië.
-- J. R. R. Tolkien: The Fall of Gondolin (HoME II)
Wise-hearted even beyond the measure of the daughters of [Elvenessë] was the daughter of the king, and she spoke ever for Tuor, though it did not avail, and her heart was heavy. Very fair and tall was she, well nigh of warrior's stature, and her hair was a fountain of gold. Idril was she named, and called Celebrindal, Silver-foot, for the whiteness of her foot; and she walked and danced ever unshod in the white ways and green lawns of Gondolin.
-- J. R. R. Tolkien: The Quenta (II), §16 (HoME IV)
This is the only drawing Ive actually managed to draw this summer! Its not very detailed since it was a fast one and quite small too; drawn in a A5 Moleskine notebook (the yellowish paper colour of which is a pain to get rid of after scanning without losing detail, incidentally) while I was attending a conference in Glasgow in the end of June. The subject is nothing new, though. Ive had the idea for this drawing for the longest time but so far Ive been unsuccessful in bringing it to paper; Ive made plenty of sketches
and a couple of attempts that I ended scrapping. This time around I guess the cramped paper space helped me with the composition.
HB pencil, Photoshop.