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Published: 2019-02-04 21:18:40 +0000 UTC; Views: 1709; Favourites: 145; Downloads: 22
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If you look close, you might see some beings beneath the rock
Watercolours on something between A3/A4
I always enjoyed painting Fangorn from above, but never tried a winter version of the forest.
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I was never into landscape art, but this one strikes my heart!
Any possiblity the original is for sale?
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Thank you! 
Unfortunately I've already given it to a friend
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Another stunning piece...I don't think I have ever looked at any of your landscapes and not loved them. SERIOUSLY!
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Že by se Stromovous šel v zimě opalovat na skály?
Nikdy mě nenapadlo, že ve Fangornu může sněžit... ale proč by nemohlo, že.
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ono ve filmu je les dost zelený a nepopírám, že částečně být nemohl. Ale celkově mi přijde, že filmové scenérie jsou daleko méně zasněžené, než by se slušelo pro roční období, kdy společenstvo tak jako porůznu putuje Středozemí.
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Beautiful effects with the watercolours. Really gives it a mystical feel!
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Thank you for this!
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Wonderful! It's always great to see a good Tolkien illustration.
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Thank you for kind words!
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Song of the Entwives, by J. R. R. Tolkien
Ents, Entwives, Both
When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough;
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow;
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!
When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade;
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard ladi;
When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air,
I’ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When Straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I’ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I’ll look for thee, and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!
When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!
Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.
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This makes one sad a little bit!
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Treebeard certainly misses his wife...
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He does. Poor old Treebeard. If I were a little hobbit, I'd tend to believe that entwives never existed, as neither dwarf women nor she-orcs did. But Dwarves and Orcs they had their women and the Ents had only memories of past ages.
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