The Passage of the Marshes

"Then Frodo and Sam [...] saw it come: a small cloud flying from the accursed hills ; a black shadow loosed from Mordor, a vast shape winged and ominous. It scudded across the moon, and with a deadly cry went away westward, outrunning the wind in its fell speed."

J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Two Towers"

oil on canvas, 50x70 cm