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

son-of-foili:

Oh God, same. Then again I did go into hiding for a few weeks. Slowly making my way back.

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The greatest ships are the kind that make you both laugh and cry.

So I’m thinking. They’re both kind of… Running around in circles, right? Not really talking about their feelings or anything, going back and forth whether it’s actually anything real. How ‘bout we do something where they’re kinda forced to face it? Something that puts the other in a bad place. IE, Tyr after the Durins die and he’s kinda in that set of mind where he refuses to eat, or sleep, or anything the like. Or something where Rúmil’s about to go to war. Or either one of them is like fatally hurt. OR SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES Y’KNOW.

Saaammeee. I have more than just script RPs on this account now so it’s time to show Ru some more looooveeee.

Oh this is SO true.

Yeeeesss. Something like that. Maybe when Ru’s going off to fight with Celeborn and Galadriel at Dol Guldur at the end of the War of the Ring and he doesn’t know if he’s coming back or not. So he’s finally forced to just tell Tyr how he feels, knowing that either way one of them is going to die, but he doesn’t want to have any regrets in case it’s him.

(Source: rumiloflothlorien)