|| We’ll be driving back home to Seattle at ass o’clock in the morning today; that means you can expect to find me back on my blogging bullshit sometime this weekend. 🙂 

 I’m excited to have that Good Internet again, but less excited to no longer have three different animals competing for my attention. 3′: 

Yet if the world grows again dark, the Lords must know; and they have sent me no sign. Unless this be the sign. What then? Our fathers were rewarded for the aid they gave in the defeat of the Great Shadow. Shall their sons stand aloof, if evil finds a new head?
 
“I am in too great doubt to rule. To prepare or to let be? To prepare for war, which is yet only guessed: train craftsmen and tillers in the midst of peace for bloodspilling and battle: put iron in the hands of greedy captains who will love only conquest, and count the slain as their glory? Will they say to Eru: At least your enemies were amongst them? Or to fold hands, while friends die unjustly: let men live in blind peace, until the ravisher is at the gate? What then will they do: match naked hands against iron and die in vain, or flee leaving the cries of women behind them? Will they say to Eru: At least I spilled no blood?
 
“When either way may lead to evil, of what worth is choice?

Tar-Meneldur, “The Mariner’s Wife,” Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle Earth by J.R.R. Tolkien
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Therefore I say that we will go on, and this doom I add: the deeds that we shall do shall be the matter of song until the last days of Arda.

Here are some sketches practicing color, lighting, and composition. Click through to see the captions.  

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