it-grows-perhaps-the-greater:

rumiloflothlorien:

“I have tried so hard to make Gil-Galad see that we are not lesser.” He clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant…that maybe I’m any easy easy target because I care too much.” He never meant for his brother to have to deal with his problems.

“Mayhaps,” The silvan begun silently, grey eyes staring into the horizon, into nothing in particular. Absent-mindedly. “Mayhaps he cannot be changed.”

He pulled away slightly then, just to be able to look Rúmil in the eye. To cup his face and flash a mild, warm smile. “Mayhaps it does not matter. We can sail, if you like. Go far beyond their reach. Anywhere where you are alright, I will be alright.”

“I guess you are right. Some people are so set in their ways that they can’t be changed. No matter how hard you try…” Rumil stared up at Haldir, unable to hide his surprise. “Sail? So soon?” He bit his lip. Sailing was certainly appealing. But what about Tyr? He’d not yet passed. “I don’t want to leave just yet.” Because he certainly wasn’t going tell Haldir about him at the moment.p>