"The Balrog reached the bridge. Gandalf stood in the middle of the span, leaning the staff in his left hand, but in his other hand Glamdring gleamed, cold and white. His enemy halted again, facing him, and the shadow about it reached out like two wast rings. It raised the whip, and the thongs whines and cracked. Fire came from its nostrils. But Gandalf stood firm." J.R.R.Tolkien - The Fellowship of the Ring. Please don't spend time commenting how my work doesn't fit every detail of Tolkien's description. I'm aware of that and did it on purpose. Or, to be more clear, I don't keep book open when i paint and i don't remember every word by heart. I just paint what remains in my imagination months, sometimes years after i read something. Pastels on ash grey Ingres paper. 24*30 cm. Model for Gandalf was artist Alex McMillan. Published with his permission.