((Independent LOTR RP blog for Rumil. I track the tag rumiloflothlorien. Artwork by Nyangsam))
“Oh—-… No, not at all,” The man quickly shook his head, attempting a smile as well. “I just, ah - I need to tell you something. I don’t know if you will like it.”Rumil’s brow knitted in confusion. It wasn’t anything bad, but it wasn’t something he was going to like? He couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that was starting to settle in the pit of his stomach. “Okay. So…what is it, then?”
“I, ah,” He begun, but words failed him. So he stepped forward, took Rúmil’s hands in his. A mild smile played at his lips as he gazed down. “I… May be leaving Lothlórien,” Orophin finally spoke, eyes swiftly moving back up. Grey meeting grey. “To move to Imladris. To Rivendell.”
Though he was beaming on the outside, inwardly he only felt sad. Who would be there for him when he had a nightmare? Haldir always seemed to be busy now. He would be on his own, something he never really thought would happen. “To be with your love? I’m happy for you, brother. Just don’t forget to write. Or to visit.”
Orophin nodded. And again, his gaze moved down, to the hands lacing together. “To be with Lindir,” He confirmed, tone soft. Of course he didn’t want to leave his brothers here. Of course not. Rúmil and Haldir were all he had ever known, after all. “Of course I will, of course. I’ll write every chance I get, and visit often. And you will visit too, right? And—-…” Again, his eyes moved up. Some sort of fear was in his eyes, though it was impossible to know what it was that he feared. “You could… Always come with me. I know that is a silly though, I know, but… A man can dream.”
“That’s…what I thought. Like I said, I’m happy for you. I think you’ll be very happy in Imladris with him.” He squeezed his brother’s hands, continuing to smile. He didn’t want Orophin to go, but he would let him. He wasn’t going to be selfish. “I’ll visit when I can.” Rumil lowered his eyes. “I…can’t go with you. There is no place for me there.”