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
Orodreth hummed contently into the kiss, drawing the Silvan closer with the grip of his hands on the younger elf's sides. A smile was on his lips as the Noldo pulled away, still holding him. "But you are, and I feel sorry for you being one."
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A surprised little gasp escaped his lips in being pulled closer. Rumil looked up at Orodreth once the older elf parted the kiss, unable to hide his confusion. “Why do you feel sorry for me? My position may be lesser, but I’m not lesser as a person.”