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.

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Titta Lótë
Rúmil of Lothlórien

countlestars-of-heavensfield:

rumiloflothlorien:

countlestars-of-heavensfield:

But are you not that? Filth and trash, so easily replaceable?

[Flinches a bit at that and glares up at Gil-galad] 

How can you say such a thing? No wonder you have few friends.

‘Tis merely the truth, Silvan. Oh, and… Do you truly think I mind if I have only a few friends? They are only the ones that deserve to be considered as such.

It’s not the truth. It’s not. I’m better than that.

[But there’s a small part of him that feels like what Gil’s saying is true]

I pity the people who are your friends because they have to put up with you often.