((Independent LOTR RP blog for Rumil. I track the tag rumiloflothlorien. Artwork by Nyangsam))
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.
Rumil, no, listen. I would not merely use you, no. As I told you earlier, you would be so much more than a pet. Yet.. I...
[shakes his head. Has never met anyone so deluded] No, you’re not a learned man. You’re ignorant and you’re oblivious of...
[/casts a look of disgust over his shoulder, keeping a piercing glare settled on the other for a second longer before he...