#while the orange light behind them are the noldor's campfires

[arlenianchronicles]

Do not follow her, Turvo. Don’t go there, you mustn’t go! You cannot leave Itarillë -- you cannot leave me! Don’t leave me!

Fingon and Turgon on the Helcaraxë! Since I still had these two on the brain, I decided to indulge in some more brotherly feels (or angst, in this case). This scene is sometime after Elenwë is lost; I imagine Turgon was so taken by despair in the days after that he nearly followed his wife, but Fingon stopped him in time. So Turgon had to release his grief some other way!

For Turgon’s face, I referenced War Pieta by Max Ginsburg since I really wanted his expression to be visceral. For some reason, drawing these types of expressions is lots of fun! XDD