Eowyn

My vision of the White Lady of Rohan, Eowyn.

"They were clad in warm raiment and heavy cloaks, and all over the Lady Eowyn wore a great blue mantle of the colour of deep summer-night, and it was set with silver stars about hem and throat. Faramir had sent for this robe and had wrapped it about her; and he thought that she looked fair and queenly indeed as she stood there at his side. The mantle was wrought for his mother, Finduilas of Amroth, who died untimely, and was to him but a memory of loveliness in far days and of his first grief; and her robe seemed to him raiment fitting for the beauty and sadness of Eowyn."

-J R. R. Tolkien. The Lord of the Rings. Book Six, The Return of the King.


I would like to dedicate this piece to who's art and kind words reignited my dreams of beginning to paint my vision of Tolkien's world.
I put my heart and soul into this, and upon showing it to my mother, she fell in love with it and and exclaimed "This looks like you!"
I didn't use any reference at all, but all I can say is I deeply relate to Eowyn, and somewhere along the line it has morphed into an Eowyn/Nell.