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
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longwisdomforbidsme

Rumil hummed softly as he made his way to his love’s office, a platter of sweet fruits in his hands. It had become a tradition for them to have lunch together every day, though at first it had started out as Rumil fretting over Erestor working too hard. Smiling, the former warden set the platter down on Erestor’s desk, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Lunchtime, love.”