Hurin Thalion

"Then all the hosts of Angband swarmed against them, and they bridged the stream with their dead, and encircled the remnant of Hithlum as a gathering tide about a rock. There as the sun westered on the sixth day, and the shadow of Ered Wethrin grew dark, Huor fell pierced with a venomed arrow in his eye, and all the valiant Men of Hador were slain about him in a heap; and the Orcs hewed their heads and piled them as a mound of gold in the sunset.
"Last of all Húrin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and wielded an axe two-handed; and it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-guard of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew Húrin cried: 'Aurë entuluva! Day shall come again!' Seventy times he uttered that cry; but they took him at last alive, by the command of Morgoth, for the Orcs grappled him with their hands, which clung to him still though he hewed off their arms; and ever their numbers were renewed, until at last he fell buried beneath them. Then Gothmog bound him and dragged him to Angband with mockery." (The Silmarillion, Chapter 20).

Húrin was the eldest son of Galdor, and Lord of Dor-lómin after him. He was captured by Morgoth at the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and he and his kin were cursed by the Dark Lord. After the death of his son Túrin, Morgoth released him from bondage. Húrin was the greatest warrior of the First Age of Middle-earth and one of my favorite character. I tried to draw him in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. The point of view is of a Troll (I swear it is the last time that I do something with a top point of view).

Full view and critiques are welcome.