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

wardenofthewood:

Haldir smiled.

“Of course. We can do whatever you would like.” His face turned contemplative. “You know I would prefer no one else to watch my back, honeg, but I want you to serve as a warden because that is what you want, not because you feel like you must.”

Rumil’s eyes lit up. They could do whatever he would like? The youngest brother tried not to get too excited. “Can we…maybe go camping? I love camping. We could be among the trees and the animals and we could sleep in one big tent, all three of us cuddled up. And before bedtime each night, we could look up at the stars. Wouldn’t that be great, Haldir?” He looked to his brother, hoping for approval.

His brows knitted in confusion. “I’m a warden because I want to be a warden, but also because I want to make you and Orophin proud. I…want to make adar proud too, even if I never knew him.”

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