Once I was the Captain of the King's Guard for Denethor of Ossirand. But no more
Once I had the respect and love of my King. But no more
Once I had a people to call my own roaming wild and free under the stars. But no more
Now, the wretched niece of my King abjured her responsibility and brought the pitifully few remaining Laegrim to live as "guests" within the protection of Thingol of Doriath.
Thingol it was that compassed the death of my King for asking him for help against far better armed armies of Morgoth. Would that my King had said no and taken us all deeper into the forests where the Avari hold sway.
There we could have learned from them and blended into the Taur-im-Duinath to live out our lives in safety and peace.
But no, Denethor chose to be honorable and I could not save him from that.