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

songsofimladris:

rumiloflothlorien:

orophinoflothlorien:

rumiloflothlorien:

orophinoflothlorien:

rumiloflothlorien:

//Rumil’s definitely going to curl up with his bunnies and cry about this later.

(( Oh don’t worry

When Lindir wakes up every night with Orophin wailing next to him like a retarded dog he’ll be sent back to Lothlórien in no-time :| ))

(jdfkljdkl oh my gooooooooooooooood.)

(( “I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS”

“FOR THE LOVE OF VALAR SHUT UP ALREADY”

“I THOUGHT I WAS MARRYING A MAN NOT A DYING SEAL”

“GET OUT OF THE BED”

“GO”

“GET BACK TO LÓRIEN JFC I JUST WANNA SLEEP”

Such a cruel end to such a beautiful love story. ))

((Or Orophin inviting his brothers over and insisting they all sleep in the same bed.))

[ to be honest though that’s probably Lindir’s secret sex fantasy. It’d be like having 3 Orophins at the same time. ]

((JFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC)))