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
wardenofthewood

It was late when Rumil entered the talan, having just gotten off from his rotation for patrol. He crept around silently, not wanting to wake Orophin or Haldir. As he entered the common room, he couldn’t help but smile. Haldir was resting on the sofa, a bunny in his arms. Silently, Rumil moved over to his big brother, covering him with the blanket that was laying in a nearby chair and leaning down to press a little kiss to his forehead. He smiled and gently backed away, turning to go to his room.