Narn i Hîn Húrin: Húrin Departs to Nirnaeth Arnoediad
“Then Morwen bade farewell to Húrin without tears; and she said: ‘I will guard what you leave in my keeping, both what is and what shall be’
And Húrin answered her: ‘Farewell, Lady of Dor-Lómin; we ride now with greater hope than ever we have known before. Let us think that at this midwinter the feast shall be merrier than in all our years yet, with a fearless spring to follow after!’ Then he lifted Túrin to his shoulders, and cried to his men: ‘Let the heir of the House of Hador see the light of your swords!’ And the sun glittered on fifty blades as they leaped forth, and the court rang with the battle-cry of the Edain of the North: Lacho calad! Drego morn! Flame light! Flee night!
Then at last Húrin leaped into his saddle, and his golden banner was unfurled, and the trumpets sang again in the morning; and thus Húrin Thalion rode away to the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.”
- J. R. R. Tolkien: Unfinished Tales, Narn i Hîn Húrin, The Childhood of Túrin
Húrin the Steadfast, Lord of Dor-Lómin, bides farewell to his family before riding to the great muster of king Fingon in Barad Eithel and the battle of Unnumbered Tears that followed. Their hopes were high, and they went to war with glad hearts, as no-one should.. and a disaster befell, like we know.
Wacom tablet + Photoshop. No references used, although the young Túrin, here supposed to be 9 years old, is again modelled after myself.