There’s a passage in LotRs that’s always appealed to me as a possible one to attempt as an illustration, and whilst there are a few bits of this attempt that I like it still needs some work for me to think of it as finished. That, or I just need to try again 😉 For those wondering the text this is based on comes from the Fellowship of the Ring, book 2, chapter 2, The Council of Elrond…
And this I will say to you, Boromir, ere I end. Lonely men are we, Rangers of the wild, hunters–but hunters ever of the servants of the Enemy; for they are found in many places, not in Mordor only.
`If Gondor, Boromir, has been a stalwart tower, we have played another part. Many evil things there are that your strong walls and bright swords do not stay. You know little of the lands beyond your bounds. Peace and freedom, do you say? The North would have known them little but for us. Fear would have destroyed them. But when dark things come from the houseless hills, or creep from sunless woods, they fly from us. What roads would any dare to tread, what safety would there be in quiet lands, or in the homes of simple men at night, if the Dúnedain were asleep, or were all gone into the grave?
`And yet less thanks have we than you. Travellers scowl at us, and countrymen give us scornful names. “Strider” I am to one fat man who lives within a day’s march of foes that would freeze his heart or lay his little town in ruin, if he were not guarded ceaselessly. Yet we would not have it otherwise. If simple folk are free from care and fear, simple they will be, and we must be secret to keep them so. That has been the task of my kindred, while the years have lengthened and the grass has grown.
Trying part II
Painting takes quite a bit longer at the moment, this is down to arthritis in my hand/wrist which is causing issues and making me swear quite a bit 😉 but I’m still trying 🙂
