[Thinlómien]

"I feel it shadowing me again. The stubborn spirit of us Exiles and the narrow-mindedness of my high people. I voiced some half-hearted suspicions earlier and now they're already affecting the way I read people. I do not like it. I would prefer to hear what people say first and then determine if they are suspicious, not decide they're suspicious first and then hear what they're saying. Why is this curse following me? Acknowledging it is not breaking it..." Gildor wailed, looking up to the sky. "Oh Elbereth, guide my thought well." But only Arien shone back to him, the stars of Varda were hidden to him.