it-grows-perhaps-the-greater:

rumiloflothlorien:

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>

He gave a nod. A slow nod, but he did. “Alright,” Was simply given as a reply, grey eyes scanning his little brother’s features. There was something off about him; Something about his eyes… Averted him. He would not get caught in it right now, however. “I will do whatever you wish, titta lotë. I simply wish you did not have to go through all this.”

“This isn’t just about my happiness, brother. It’s about yours too. I wish I didn’t have to put up with it either, but I do.” He sighed a little and looked away. “I will be ready to sail…maybe in a few years.” Only when Tyr had passed. He would truly be ready to sail then.