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

artaresto:

rumiloflothlorien:

artaresto:

rumiloflothlorien:

artaresto:

Not a pet, no. You would be so much more.

A day ago that’s what you wanted. You’ve already changed your mind?

What would I be, then?

With me, you could be anything you like, little Silvan.

*cups his face*

[Frowns and tries to pull a way]

No I wouldn’t. You’re only trying to lure me in. I know what you want. You want a pet. And you’ve hit me.

Maybe you know wrong. And, ah… I did, but.. What of it?

*grabs his waist in order to bring him only closer*

[Narrows his eyes at being pulled closer]

You don’t see why hitting me is wrong?