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:

Let me take you, I will be gentle.

*becomes a little frustrated already, groping his clothes*

[Done playing nice. Takes his elbow and rams it into Orodreth’s stomach, freeing himself from the other’s grasp Tempted to knock him flat on his ass, but refrains]

If you ever touch me like that again, it’ll be my knife in your gut instead of an elbow. Do you understand, or do you need a demonstration?

*grunts and moves away from him*

Well, well, trying to be the tough guy, are we now?

[Watches him closely, judging his movement]

I don’t need to try. I’m a warrior, remember? I’m tough. Not everyone can be a Marchwarden.