The Grace of Undómiel
Howard Shore
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Ngîl cennin eriel vi
Menel aduial,
Glingant sui mîr
Síliel mae.

Ngîl cennin firiel vi
Menel aduial,
Dúr, dúr i fuin
Naenol mae.

An i ú nathant
An i naun ului
A chuil, anann cuiannen
A meleth, perónen


I saw a star rise high in the
Evening sky,
It hung like a jewel,
Softly shining.

I saw a star fade in the
Evening sky,
The dark was too deep and so light died,
Softly pining.

For what might have been,
For what never was.
For a life, long lived
For a love half given

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In actuality this is an older piece that of late caught up with me and the urge to finish it could not be quelled. There was always a persistence of melancholy about this image, but it never felt guided or 'right' until now. I had a daydream and saw his eyes and knew I had to revisit him and let him know life, if even in the single moment captured in this image...though pale, hope yet lingers.

tools: photoshop cs5, wacom intuos 3
size: 9000x5333 at 300 dpi