I've always shied away somewhat from paiting characters - especially when it concerns imagery inspired by the Legendarium instead of having seen them myself. That's because I've always found drawing people the hardest of all, and especially in the case of drawing some scene from the Legendarium - I don't want to portray any character in, let's say, a way that doesn't do them justice. I felt that landscapes or images of things from further away was safer in that respect.
Nonetheless, I finally set myself to trying my hand at two scenes that have always enchanted me. The first is the moment that Thingol - at that time still going by the name Elwë - comes across Melian. In the SIlmarillion, it is described like this:
(note - they're not done yet - especially the figure of Melian needs a lot of work still, but I'm showing them just in case someone has a suggestion ... )JRRT, in 'Of Thingol and Melian', wrote:Elwë, lord of the Teleri, went often through the great woods to seek out Finwë his friend in the dwellings of the Noldor; and it chanced on a time that he came alone to the starlit wood of Nan Elmoth, and there suddenly he heard the song of nightingales. Then an enchantment fell on him, and he stood still; and afar off beyond the voices of the lomelindi he heard the voice of Melian, and it filled all his heart with wonder and desire. He forgot then utterly all his people and all the purposes of his mind, and following the birds under the shadow of the trees he passed deep into Nan Elmoth and was lost.But he came at last to a glade open to the stars, and there Melian stood; and out of the darkness he looked at her, and the light of Aman was in her face.
She spoke no word; but being filled with love Elwë came to her and took her hand, and straightway a spell was laid on him, so that they stood thus while long years were measured by the wheeling stars above them; and the trees of Nan Elmoth grew tall and dark before they spoke any word.
The other one is the moment described in the first verse of the Song of Beren and Luthien:
I nimwaloth i bain a phant,
i laiss in end calen nadhras
a egennir galad vin lant
elin vi uial thiliol.
Tinúviel i lilthas ias,
na lind o simp dholen a brand
a vi finnil dîn glîn ennas,
a vi chammad dîn míriol.
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.