"I cannot imagine any of our number in your place who I would like, or who would be competent."

And Gwenaelle would miss him.

Thranduil refills Flint's glass, and his own, and sets the bottle to the side. "I was very fond of Ser Coupe. But before her, we had a Rifter who was a fool, and proud. One may be forgiven, but both in one person is a disaster. You are valuable and valued here."