I am Rumil, an elf and Marchwarden of Lothlorien. I am the youngest of three brothers, both of whom are also protectors of the Golden Wood. I speak little Common Tongue, but I am trying to learn more.

((Independent LOTR RP blog for Rumil. I track the tag rumiloflothlorien. Artwork by Nyangsam))

Titta Lótë
Rúmil of Lothlórien
[5 words] "Are you alright?" as in sorrywillyoureversitagain?
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longwisdomforbidsme

Rumil flushed and snuggled closer, burying his face into Erestor’s chest. He was certain that there would be no horse riding for a week after last night, and he didn’t even want to think about trying to sit at the moment. “I’m fine. Just a bit…sore.”