it-grows-perhaps-the-greater:

rumiloflothlorien:

Rumil snuggled close to his eldest brother, pressing his face into Haldir’s shoulder. The older ellon’s gaze unnerved him. It wasn’t often that he saw his brother angry. “He will always bully me, Haldir. He will always say I am dirty and lesser and just a tool for his pleasure. It will always be like this because we are Silvan and he is Noldor.”

“He is wrong,” Muttered the older warden, another kiss being placed to Rúmil’s hair as Haldir’s arms wrapped around him tightly. His brother was rocked gently as the older silvan’s eyes slid shut, in attempt to calm himself down. He would deal with his anger later. Rúmil did not need to see this. “And he will feel it.”

Tears stung at his eyes, but he blinked them away. He would not cry. He’d put up with the bullying for a while now and it was something that he dealt with on his own. But the insinuation that he and his people were just a tool to High Elves, tools of pleasure no less, had cut far deeper than anything else. The younger warden closed his eyes, letting Haldir rock him. He was safe in these arms, from bullying and from harsh words. “Please don’t do anything that you will regret."