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Last of all Húrin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and seized the axe of an orc-captain and wielded it 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 Húrin cried aloud: “Aurë entuluva! Day shall come again!”

From J. R. R. Tolkien's "The Children of Húrin". Pens and white-ink.

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Description

Last of all Húrin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and seized the axe of an orc-captain and wielded it 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 Húrin cried aloud: “Aurë entuluva! Day shall come again!”

From J. R. R. Tolkien's "The Children of Húrin". Pens and white-ink.

I am open for commissions!

Prints available on INPRNT

Follow me on Instagram!