The death of Turambar

Glaurung stirred then for the last time ere he died and told her all the truth:
"Hail Nienor, daughter of Húrin. We meet again ere the end. I give thee joy that thou hast found thy brother at last. And now thou shalt know him: a stabber in the dark, treacherous to foes, faithless to friends, and a curse unto his kin, Túrin son of Húrin! But the worst of all his deeds thou shalt feel in thyself.
Then Glaurung died, and the veil of his malice was taken from her, and she remembered all the days of her life. Looking down upon Túrin she cried:
- Farewell, O twice beloved! A Túrin Turambar turun ambartanen: master of doom by doom mastered! O happy to be dead!
Silmarillion, chapter XXI, Túrin Turambar. Tolkien.

I used watercolor, pastels (when drawing Glaurung in the background), Faber-Castell colored pencils, pigment liner, white gel pen and a little bit of white acrylic paint - (fog) and the blood: I painted it with some Winsor and Newton ink, vermillion. ^^