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
Arms were swiftly wrapped around his little brother. Without asking for permission, nor stopping to hear objections as Haldir hugged him tight. Embraced him like they were but elflings again. "Hello, brother," Was mumbled in quiet greeting against the younger's hair.
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“Haldir…” The tension eased from Rumil’s shoulders and he snuggled into the embrace, burying his face into Haldir’s shoulder. “Missed you, brother,” He mumbled, not bothering to raise his head.