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:

Shh, don’t take it there, for I can’t answer to that.

*bends down to nip at his neck*

You should answer for it.

[squirms a little in Orodreth’s grasp]

No. Don’t you dare.

Mmm… Why? Stop squirming.

*mutters against his neck, wrapping his arms around him*

Why would I want to have anything to do with you after you hit me and you treat me like this?

[Doesn’t stop squirming]

Let. Go.

No, no, come now. I assure you I did not mean it. I want you, little one.

*holds him tight*

I don’t believe you and I don’t trust you.