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Eärendil and Elwing

Inspired by "The Shaping of Middle-Earth" and "the Silmarillion" by J.R.R. Tolkien

"Yet Maidros gained not the silmaril, for Elwing seeing that all was lost and her child Elrond taken captive, eluded the host of Maidros, and with the Nauglafring upon her breast she cast herself into the sea, and perished as folk thought.

But Ulmo bore her up and he gave unto her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the shining silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Eärendil her beloved. And on a time of night Eärendil at the helm saw her come towards him, as a white cloud under moon exceeding swift, as a star over the sea moving in strange course, a pale flame on wings of storm. And it is sung that she fell from the air upon the timbers of Wingelot, in a swoon, nigh unto death for the urgency of her speed, and Eärendil took her unto his bosom. And in the morn with marveling eyes he beheld his wife in her own form beside him with her hair upon his face; and she slept." - "The Quenta", Chapter 17, "The Shaping of Middle-Earth"

Watercolor painting on Canson watercolor paper
11x15

Description
Eärendil and Elwing

Inspired by "The Shaping of Middle-Earth" and "the Silmarillion" by J.R.R. Tolkien

"Yet Maidros gained not the silmaril, for Elwing seeing that all was lost and her child Elrond taken captive, eluded the host of Maidros, and with the Nauglafring upon her breast she cast herself into the sea, and perished as folk thought.

But Ulmo bore her up and he gave unto her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the shining silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Eärendil her beloved. And on a time of night Eärendil at the helm saw her come towards him, as a white cloud under moon exceeding swift, as a star over the sea moving in strange course, a pale flame on wings of storm. And it is sung that she fell from the air upon the timbers of Wingelot, in a swoon, nigh unto death for the urgency of her speed, and Eärendil took her unto his bosom. And in the morn with marveling eyes he beheld his wife in her own form beside him with her hair upon his face; and she slept." - "The Quenta", Chapter 17, "The Shaping of Middle-Earth"

Watercolor painting on Canson watercolor paper
11x15