[The Silmarillion] Romimus

The crisp sound of fencing echoed on the training ground, and it was another morning full of sunshine and sweat.

Aragorn stared at Glorfindel on the opposite side, not daring to relax for a moment. He swung his sword and attacked the opponent. Glorfindel easily dodged, and his body made a slight mistake to the left rear. Aragorn immediately chased after him. Reluctantly following, Glorfindel just made a feint, turned his wrist, and the branch that served as a weapon brushed Aragorn's face and put it on his neck in an instant.

Victory and defeat.

"You were not particularly attentive today, Estel." Glorfindel pointed out calmly, without any intention of reproach, but Aragorn still blushed in shame.

"I'm sorry, my lord." He murmured.

"It doesn't matter, you now know that you have to judge his next move based on the opponent's movements, which is good, but sometimes the opponent may just fake moves, and it takes luck and experience to tell them apart, especially when you are facing someone with my skills." Superb man." Glorfindel smiled, "Let's do it again."

The same routine was repeated more than ten times, and Aragorn finally saw Glorfindel's fake action again. Although it was a bit like a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, he did succeed, and he was pleasantly surprised. Aragorn slashed at Glorfindel head-on without hesitation.

Glorfindel couldn't dodge it, raised his eyebrows a little, and tried to block Aragorn's long sword with a branch. Aragorn was shocked, but it was too late to stop, and the sword was about to cut off the sword. The thin branch with two fingers then scratched the elf's handsome face, but Glorfindel's left hand stretched out like lightning, and firmly clamped Aragorn's sword-holding hand, making him unable to move even a bit. Aragorn screamed in pain, tripped by Glorfindel again, and landed heavily on the ground on his back.

"It's up to you, if you want to hurt me, you have to practice again." Glorfindel's smiling voice sounded above his head, "But your progress is indeed very fast, if you continue like this, it won't be long before I may I have to practice against you with a real sword."

Aragorn lay on the ground and hummed, not speaking.

"What I've taught you is just skills. If I'm serious, I can beat you with a branch within ten moves. Your strength, speed, and reflexes are far behind mine. You still need to practice basic skills." You strengthen yourself. But it doesn't matter, you are still young, and you still have a lot of room for growth in the future." Glorfindel seemed to remember something, his eyes drifted a little, "Don't underestimate those most basic training, I used to be in Gong There was a...student in Duolin, she was really smart, she came up with all kinds of little tricks, but unfortunately she has a wide range of interests, but she has no interest in sports, until now, I am afraid that she is half a bottle of water in swordsmanship and archery."

"...you mean Romimos?" Aragorn asked tentatively after listening for a while.

Glorfindel glanced at him, acquiescing.

"The relationship between you and Romemos is really special!" Aragorn became a little excited, "I wanted to hear Miss Antonia talk about those things, but it turned out... oh."

Beauties can always attract the most attention and inspire people's maximum imagination, especially for legendary beauties, and legendary femme fatales are a little more dangerous because of their uniqueness. You may not like them, but you will inevitably be attracted by them, and you may not even see them with your own eyes. After all, 3000 years have passed since Romemos disappeared, but when When hearing or reading rumors about Romimos in the city and the countryside, many people still couldn't help but listen more or glance more.

The word beauty has such an irresistible charm.

Apparently Aragorn was not immune either.

Glorfindel narrowed his eyes and looked at Aragorn, and chuckled for a while: "Want to hear the story about me and Romimos?"

"If you don't mind talking." Aragorn finally remembered the complicated relationship between Glorfindel and Romimos, and said politely.

"I don't care." Glorfindel chuckled and pointed to the ground, "Then you can do push-ups without breaking in between. How many stories you can hear depends on how long you can do them."

Aragorn's expression collapsed.

The first time Glorfindel saw Romimos—of course he didn't know it was Romimos at the time—was when he was out of Gondolin again on errands, when Gondo Not long after Lin Xinjian, they went out quite frequently.This time, he was also accompanied by his good friend, Exilion, one of the twelve lords of Gondolin, the spring lord.

As they approached the entrance of Gondolin, Glorfindel keenly noticed an unpleasant noise not far away, and immediately judged that it was the sound of goblins.

"There aren't many of them, and they probably sneaked out again to investigate the situation of Gondolin." Glorfindel said to Exilion with a relaxed smile, "Let's destroy them here."

Exilion's expression was much more serious. He nodded and agreed with Glorfindel's words. Although those half-orcs would definitely not be able to enter Gondolin, if they accidentally discovered the whereabouts of elves nearby, There is no guarantee that Morgoth will guess anything, it is better to be careful.

Because the purpose is not to drive those half-orcs away, but to kill them all, Glorfindel and Exilion did not ride over, but carried their bows and arrows, and under the cover of trees, they met with the others. Together they quietly sneaked towards the direction of the sound.

The two observed the orcs for a while, and Glorfindel whispered to Exilion, "They don't seem to be looking for Gondolin."

Exilion nodded, feeling a little relieved. He was worried that Morgoth would notice something, but now it seems that these dozens of orcs should have come here by mistake.

"Do it?" Glorfindel asked.

"Wait a minute." Exilion frowned, "They seem to be looking for something else."

Indeed, those half-orcs turned over the grass roughly, and some even lowered their heads to look into the tree holes.

"What is there that is worth their trouble to search for?" Glorfindel asked.

"I don't know, so let's check the situation first." Exilion said.

They waited patiently for a while, and those half-orcs turned over the bushes that they didn't know. In an instant, a shadow jumped out of it like a frightened rabbit, and ran away in a panic, but She was surrounded by goblins, where could she go?After struggling a few times, he was captured by the orc.

The half-orcs howled and roared like victory, and surrounded the elf as if they were watching their captured prey. One of the leaders raised his spear and stabbed at her.

These things happened very quickly, and it took less than half a minute. The elf caught by the orc covered his face and curled up on the ground, as if he had given up resistance.

At this moment, the two arrows pierced through the head and the back of the little orc leader's head and the back of the heart in an instant, accompanied by the sound of piercing through the air.

"Who will get it first this time?" Glorfindel jumped down from the tree with light and elegant movements, and easily chopped down several orcs who ran up to him without knowing their lives.

"It seems to be a tie again." Exilion said calmly, and in an instant, two more arrows were shot.

The other elves also jumped out one after another, killing those half-orcs in an instant.

Glorfindel killed a few orcs, remembered the elf who was captured by the orcs, and looked at her quickly, how could those orcs have the energy to take care of the captives now?There was no one around her at all, but the elf didn't run away, and still kept the movements just now and huddled into a small ball, and couldn't even scream.

"Hey, are you okay?" Glorfindel walked towards the elf, squatted down beside her, and lightly touched her shoulder.

The elf remained motionless.

Glorfindel looked at the elf carefully for a few seconds. Although she couldn't see her covered face, judging from her body, she was just a 40-year-old elf girl. If it were a human, it would be about ten years old. Five or six years old.

The girl's clothes were torn and blood-stained, her black hair was a mess from the dust and blood, she was lying on the ground, holding her head, her pointed ears trembling uneasily, when Glorfindel touched After reaching her, she trembled even more.

Scared?Glorfindel sighed inwardly, but his voice became extremely gentle: "Don't be afraid, it's all right."

After he comforted her for a long time, the girl stopped trembling, and slowly stood up from the ground. Glorfindel quickly stretched out his hand and helped her up gently and politely. The girl's body trembled again, but finally managed to Letting go of his guard, he slowly raised his head and looked at Glorfindel hesitantly.

Glorfindel froze for a moment.

Aragorn fell to the ground with a plop.

"Can't hold it anymore?" Glorfindel said with a smile in his voice, "Then let's call it a day."

"Don't, don't, don't!" The story was about to get to a wonderful place, how could Aragorn let go of such a good opportunity so easily, and got up bravely, "I, I can still do it, you continue..."

"Stop it. If you practice too much at one time, you will get twice the result with half the effort. Rest for half an hour." Glorfindel said helplessly, "I'll just keep talking."

Aragorn collapsed on the ground, his body was extremely tired, but his spirit was very excited. After panting for a while, he couldn't help asking Glorfindel, "Is Romimos really that beautiful?"

"Well, she's really pretty." Glorfindel sighed, "Actually, when I first saw her, she didn't even look like an adult."

After all, the girl was still timid, she only raised her head halfway, then stopped moving, her hands were still protecting her head, only showing a small half of her face covered with dust and blood. Lofindel was taken aback.

Even though there were tears in his eyes, they seemed to be full of affection and full of aura. His eyebrows were cut like a spring breeze in March, and his eyes were like stars falling in a cold spring. Even in such a miserable situation, it was hard to hide her beauty.

Until Exilion and the others wiped out all the orcs and ordered them to clean up the battlefield, they found that Glorfindel had not moved for a long time, so they asked aloud, "What are you doing, Glorfindel?"

Only then did Glorfindel come back to his senses, and hurriedly replied, "It's nothing, Exilion, there's a girl here."

"I saw it." Exilion replied. When he came over, when he saw the elf girl, his face also showed surprise, his expression softened, and he asked the girl softly, "How do you feel? Are you hurt?" What is your name? Where is the elf from? Where are your parents and family? Why did those half-orcs arrest you?"

"..." The girl remained silent, looking at him, then at Glorfindel, without saying a word.

"Why did you ask so many questions when you first came up? She is still a child, she must be terrified." Glorfindel glared at Exilion, looked at the girl, couldn't help feeling pity, and said softly, "It's all right, you're safe. Any discomfort?"

Exilion raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

The girl flinched, lowered her eyes, shook her head slightly after a while.

Glorfindel heaved a sigh of relief. He was still worried that the girl would be frightened into a fool, so his voice became softer: "Where are your parents?"

"..." The girl raised her eyes, and she didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, she suddenly frowned, her eyes were filled with water, and the hands that had been covering her face were finally put down, revealing a dirty little face, looking more and more serious. A pair of big amber eyes are clean and clear, and the facial features are also extremely beautiful and beautiful, which is not inferior to any elf princess.

She pointed to the corpses of the half-orcs, straightened her hand into a knife-like shape, and gently stroked her neck, then shook her head, her tears were about to fall, she was so pitiful.

Glorfindel and Exilion looked at each other, and although they had expected it, they both sighed inwardly.

only--

"You..." Exilion hesitated and pointed to his mouth, "Can't you...?"

The girl blinked at him and shook her head for the third time.

"Will you be able to write?" Glorfindel asked, showing his palm to the girl.

The girl just stretched out her hand to write on the palm of his hand, but suddenly found that her hand was full of dirt, and hurriedly wanted to retract it.

"It's okay." Glorfindel quickly grabbed the elf girl's hand, saw that she was taken aback by him, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

The girl looked at him and shook her head. A smile appeared on her face for the first time. Although the corners of her mouth were only slightly curved, Glorfindel still felt a burst of joy.

"What's your name?" he asked with a smile.

Glorfindel's narration stopped again, and Aragorn was eager to know what happened next, but before he could speak—

"Why don't you talk?"

Aragorn was startled, and turned around to look, only to realize that someone was standing behind him at some point, but he was too focused just now to notice.

And the people standing behind him were the smiling Gillian and the unpredictable Antonia.