Tuor and I don't get on. Of course, the same could be said for most of the other Lords of Gondolin and me.
*is vaguely unsettled by this kind of talk (even though he understands that sentiment about as well as anyone could), as though the things you've done weren't as serious as people like to advertise (and you are very sure of yourself, aren't you?)*
So do not hesitate to call. Or not, of course!
*stands quickly when you rise* *cautiously* I can't imagine we'll be seeing much of each other in Gondolin, my lord. Nor will the other lords be seeing you, I'd wager. *the tacit agreement being "but they won't hear about you from me"* *but next time? maybe he will go to the king, as he ought to now (even though the prospect of tattling seems somehow more distasteful than it normally would)*