A time of festival

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For Fingolfin held forth his hand, saying 'As I promised, I do now.  I release thee and remember no grievance.'   Then Fëanor took his hand in silence. [The Silmarillion: Of the Darkening of Valinor]

I wanted to draw this incredibly awkward moment : Fëanor wearing deliberately, insultingly unfancy clothes to a great feast, and Fingolfin all decked out in his best festival clothes, shaking hands, while the Eldar all watch them.  Under the cut, a painted version.  Colouring faces is something I am yet to get quite right :-/
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