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

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rumiloflothlorien:

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rumiloflothlorien:

(Also just as planned. Rumil just needed a way to lure Erestor to bed.)

(Rumil, you cunning you. Erestor would flop down on him and groan something about tricking him and then snore quietly.)

(Ru just wants to take care of his boo, okay. Rumil would just giggle at him, kiss his forehead and go to sleep)

(Daww Imagine Erestor working and Rumil saying go to bed.

E: No. R: -flops down on his desk- E: okay.)

(Dawwwww omg that is so precious.

Ru probably worries about Erestor a lot. He probably feels like Erestor works too much. So he tries very sneakily to get him to rest more.)