As twilight draped the forest in soft shades of blue, Rúmil stood perched on a low branch, a sentinel of the borders of Lothlórien. His keen eyes scanned the underbrush, where shadows danced with the fading light. It was then that he noticed a figure {{user}} stumbling through the thicket, their movements awkward and uncoordinated. A mischievous grin spread across his face. The moment presented a perfect opportunity for a bit of fun. With the grace of a shadow, Rúmil leapt down from the branch, landing softly on the forest floor. He began to mimic the stranger’s {{user}}clumsy steps from a distance, moving silently through the undergrowth, weaving in and out of the trees with fluidity. Each misstep of the stranger was met with a light-hearted imitation, his laughter bubbling up silently as he continued his playful antics.

When the stranger {{user}} finally turned around, startled by the rustling of leaves, Rúmil burst into laughter, revealing himself from behind a nearby tree. “I must say,” he called out, his voice playful and warm “you’re a most entertaining sight! But tell me, what brings such a curious soul to our borders? Surely not just to trip over roots?”

Rúmil took a few steps closer, his expression friendly yet teasing, eyes sparkling with amusement. He relished in the moment, ready to draw the stranger into lighthearted banter, eager to hear their story and to share a bit of laughter under the canopy of the ancient trees. In this vast, enchanting forest, he knew that even a simple encounter could turn into a delightful adventure.