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Túrin would buy them for $500 dollars if you asked for that much
I was going through my old sketchbook the other day and I found a drawing of this COMPLETELY on crack Silmarillion dream I had a few years ago and I had to share it.
So I was part of a pyramid scheme (bear with me) and I had to sell (discounted) 300$ headphones at the airport for no discernible reason. Obviously, I wasn’t having much luck going up to people and giving my sales pitch to them to buy 300$ headphones at the airport (most likely the price scared them away).
And then from afar I caught the gleam of a helmet going through security. And who should stand there but none other than Túrin Turambar, picking up the dragon-helm on the other side of TSA?
So I started yelling his name across the airport and ran over to him, started giving my sales pitch for my 300$ headphones, going- “well, today is your lucky day! For the low price of-“
And the man just stood there. Gave me the blankest most haunted stare of mistrust I’ve ever seen. And then promptly walked away as fast as he could go.
Túrin Turambar (2012)
The land of Bow and Helm (Sketch from 2012)
Laer Cu Beleg. Song of the great Bow (2013)
You are not outlaw (2013)
Don't leave me now (2015)
Brothers (2016)
(with sketch)
Song of Turin Turambar (Hail to the Black Sword) 2016
Far in the north, the wolf howls alone The Legend untold, of the Fallen Hero. Among men and elves, he fought the black horde, To escape from his doom and claim what he lost. By glory deeds he forged his fiery soul, Under the eyes of Melkor the Dark Lord. Soon in the end, he’ll leave from this land, Because the truth can kill even the strongest heart. Upon the hill of sorrow lies your name. The rain flows on your grave, like tears from the sky. Hail to the Black Sword! Black sword of black doom! You murderer against yourself, Your wrath towards the elves and men. The victory in Morgoth’s hands, they will cry For those who don’t deserve to die. Far in the south, the eagle sings loud, The Legend untold, of the Fallen Hero. Among men and elves, he lived far from home, To escape from his doom and claim what he lost. In Nargothrond you forged your mighty sword, Under the eyes of Melkor the Dark Lord. Soon in the end, you’ll leave from this land, Hear the call of death, and die by your hand. “Cabed-en-Aras, Cabed Naeramarth!”
Emin Muil
Beleg saved young Turin (Turin in Doriath) 2017
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