orophinoflothlorien:

rumiloflothlorien:

“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.”

“To be honest with you… I do not know if I do either,” Orophin spoke, giving a faint chuckle. It was mirthless, however. “I have always been a soldier, a warden. I have always been a brother. What am I, really, when you take that from me? What good will I be in Imladris, will I even fit into a domestic style of life?”

He shook his head. Fingers curling up around Rúmil’s tighter. “I am scared where this might lead. But I suppose I have to try.”

Rumil did his best to give Orophin a reassuring smile. “I’m sure they have some sort of guard that you can join. That should keep you on your toes. I don’t see you becoming domestic.” Yes, he was certain that they had some sort of standing force. It would be foolish if they didn’t. Orophin would fit in fine with them, he was sure of it. He looked up at his older brother. “You love him. Of course you have to try.”