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Twenty filters and three photoshops later, I feel this image has drastically improved; you can compare with the original here: The Song Of Luthien . I did have to retake this picture to make it work, but I have a newer phone now, so it turned out much better; the only part from the original I shopped on was Morgoth's face because the reason the original looked like that was from the way the glare was reflecting off the pencil strokes X8. Here's the obligatory passage defining just how radically broken Lúthien's power scale is:

Then Beren and Lúthien... came to the seat of Morgoth in his nethermost hall... There Beren slunk in wolf's form beneath his throne; but Lúthien was stripped of her disguise by the will of Morgoth, and he bent his gaze upon her. She was not daunted by his eyes; and she named her own name, and offered her service to sing before him, after the manner of a minstrel. Then Morgoth looking upon her beauty... watched her, leaving her free for awhile... suddenly she eluded his sight, and out of the shadows began a song of such surpassing loveliness, and of such blinding power, that he listened perforce; and a blindness came upon him, as his eyes roamed to and fro, seeking her.

All his court were cast down in slumber, and all the fires faded and were quenched; but the Silmarils in the crown on Morgoth's head blazed forth suddenly with a radiance of white flame; and the burden of that crown and of the jewels bowed down his head... Then Lúthien catching up her winged robe sprang into the air, and her voice came dropping down like rain into pools, profound and dark. She cast her cloak before his eyes, and set upon him a dream, dark as the outer Void where once he walked alone.

Suddenly he fell, as a hill sliding in avalanche, and hurled like thunder from his throne lay prone upon the floors of hell. The iron crown rolled echoing from his head. All things were still.

Hope you enjoy; thanks!

Description
Twenty filters and three photoshops later, I feel this image has drastically improved; you can compare with the original here: The Song Of Luthien . I did have to retake this picture to make it work, but I have a newer phone now, so it turned out much better; the only part from the original I shopped on was Morgoth's face because the reason the original looked like that was from the way the glare was reflecting off the pencil strokes X8. Here's the obligatory passage defining just how radically broken Lúthien's power scale is:

Then Beren and Lúthien... came to the seat of Morgoth in his nethermost hall... There Beren slunk in wolf's form beneath his throne; but Lúthien was stripped of her disguise by the will of Morgoth, and he bent his gaze upon her. She was not daunted by his eyes; and she named her own name, and offered her service to sing before him, after the manner of a minstrel. Then Morgoth looking upon her beauty... watched her, leaving her free for awhile... suddenly she eluded his sight, and out of the shadows began a song of such surpassing loveliness, and of such blinding power, that he listened perforce; and a blindness came upon him, as his eyes roamed to and fro, seeking her.

All his court were cast down in slumber, and all the fires faded and were quenched; but the Silmarils in the crown on Morgoth's head blazed forth suddenly with a radiance of white flame; and the burden of that crown and of the jewels bowed down his head... Then Lúthien catching up her winged robe sprang into the air, and her voice came dropping down like rain into pools, profound and dark. She cast her cloak before his eyes, and set upon him a dream, dark as the outer Void where once he walked alone.

Suddenly he fell, as a hill sliding in avalanche, and hurled like thunder from his throne lay prone upon the floors of hell. The iron crown rolled echoing from his head. All things were still.

Hope you enjoy; thanks!