'Now news came to Hithlum that Dorthonion was lost and the sons of Finarfin overthrown, and that the sons of Fëanor were driven from their lands. Then Fingolfin beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted upon Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him. He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a wind amid the dust, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking that Oromë himself was come: for a great madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar. Thus he came alone to Angband's gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. And Morgoth came. That was the last time in those wars that he passed the doors of his stronghold, and it is said that he took not the challenge willingly; for though his might was greatest of all things in this world, alone of the Valar he knew fear. But he could not now deny the challenge before the face of his captains; for the rocks rang with the shrill music of Fingolfins horn, and his voice came keen and clear down into the depths of Angband; and Fingolfin named Morgoth craven, and lord of slaves.'
J.R.R Tolkien: The Silmarillion: Chapter 18: Of the Ruin of Beleriand and the Fall of Fingolfin
"His hopeless challenge, dauntless cried Fingolfin there, 'Come! Open wide, dark king thy ghastly brazen doors! Come forth whom earth and heaven abhors! Come forth oh monstrous craven lord, and fight with thine own hand and sword! Thou wielder of hosts and banded thralls, thou tyrant leaguered with strong walls, Thou foe of gods and elvish race, I wait thee here. Come! Show thy face!"
Wow I love the details and the lightning in the armour and clothes. I've always thought Fingolfin's challenge was more the result of rage and despair than anything else. Valiant, yes, but not heroic, because it was clear he had no chance to win. He knows he's likely going to die. And you capture this in his expression perfectly.
This is what I thought as well -- to me, it was more a case of self-sacrifice in a way; even if he did harbour hopes for a victory in the deepest recesses of his mind.
Oh my...! This piece is too amazing! The armour, cool sword, the flow of the cloth, Fingolfin's hair and omg, the BACKGROUND! They're sooooo detailed! @.@
You know... sometimes you just see pieces of art that resounds with you. I think this is one. The colors, the imaginative manner that you decorated the horse for war and even the look of pure terror upon Fingolfin's face just... makes this for me. It makes the character so much more real because it's rare that the elves are represented as anything but brave or sorrowful. I especially love the attention to detail that you painstakingly must have taken for the background. Every line looks so attentively added. The hilt of his sword and its sheath is absolutely incredible as well and looks in proportion and rather realistic for the character.
I would praise you until sun down but perhaps I should just summarize my thoughts. This is incredible. Absolutely incredible.
Fingolfin there, 'Come! Open wide,
dark king thy ghastly brazen doors!
Come forth whom earth and heaven abhors!
Come forth oh monstrous craven lord,
and fight with thine own hand and sword!
Thou wielder of hosts and banded thralls,
thou tyrant leaguered with strong walls,
Thou foe of gods and elvish race,
I wait thee here. Come! Show thy face!"
Gotta love Fingolfin.
I would praise you until sun down but perhaps I should just summarize my thoughts. This is incredible. Absolutely incredible.