"And even as Turin came up the ghastly sack of Nargothrond was well nigh achieved. The Orcs had slain or driven off all that remained in arms, and they were even then ransacking the great halls and chambers, plundering and destroying; but those of the women and maidens that were not burned or slain they had herded onto the terrace before the doors, as slaves to be taken to Angband. Upon this ruin and woe Turing came, and none could withstand him; or would not, though he struck all down before him, and passed over the bridge, and hewed his way towards the captives.
. . . . but in that moment Glaurung the fell issued from the gaping Doors of Felagund . . . saying 'Hail, son of Hurin. Well met!'
Then Turin sprang against him, and fire was in his eyes, and the edges of Gurthang shone as with flame. But Glaurung withheld his blast, and opened wide his serpent-eyes and gazed upon Turin. Without fear Turin looked into those eyes as he raised up his sword; and straightway he fell under the dreadful spell of the dragon, and was as one turned to stone. Thus long they stood unmoving, silent before the great Doors of Felagund.
. . . . And while he was yet held by the eyes of Glaurung in torment of mind, and could not stir, at a sign from the Dragon Orcs drove away the herded captives, and they passed nigh to Turin and went over the bridge. and among them was Finduilas, and she held out her arms to Turin and called him by name. but not until her cries and the wailing of the captives was lost upon the northward road did Glaurung release Turin, and he might not stop his ears against that voice that haunted him after. . . . . . ."
~ "The Fall of Nargothrond", from The Children of Hurin - by J.R.R. Tolkien
What a terrible plight! Your love cries out to you in fear and helplessness, but you cannot do anything to save her! Dreadful thought! Poor Finduilas! Poor Turin! A hard choice lies before him - as the dragon releases him Glaurung deems that if Turin pursues Finduilas, the man will never see his mother and sister again. And they shall curse him! Ugh!!!
I may have rushed to complete this in the final stages. I hope it doesn't show too much. I really wanted to make a good image of the event - dark, a little grimy, some chaos. . . . It's busy, I tried to tone it down a bit. . . .
For my friend, Wouter
. We both took a stab at what the scene looked like to us. Mine is fine. But his is The Biz! Go find it in his gallery: called "The Fall of Nargothrond"