"There upon the confines of Dor Daedeloth, the land of Morgoth, Fëanor was surrounded, with few friends about him. Long he fought on, and undismayed, though he was wrapped in fire and wounded with many wounds; but at the last he was smitten to the ground by Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs."
J. R. R. Tolkien's Silmarillion.
Torchon paper and Dr Martin's Liquid Watercolours (Yeehaw! Look at those colours!), brought to you thanks to the lovely ~flyingfish98
, who gave me a Dick Blick gift voucher for my birthday.
Fëanor's probably the only High Elf I would ever imagine wearing black armour. Whatever might be said about him, he's got *style*.
New version - without Gothmog's reflection. It just didn't work though the idea was good. (If you want to take a peek, it's here.) [link]