[The Silmarillion] Romimus

Vespa was awakened by a ray of sunlight shining on her face through the slit of the curtain. She glanced at the wall clock on the wall and let out a groan in her heart.

The days in early summer are already long, and it's still early before the time to get up, but Vespa can't get back the sleepiness just now, and she is very reluctant to get up from the bed now.

While struggling, the door was pushed open a small crack from the outside, and someone walked in lightly.

"Huh?" Romimos raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I just woke up." Vespa yawned big.

"Then get up." Romimos walked to the window and opened the curtain with a swish.

"It's rare that nothing happened this morning." Vespa looked at her resentfully with narrowed eyes, "You don't have to sleep, it's your loss that you can't enjoy the wonderful feeling of staying in bed."

"I just don't need to sleep like a human, it's not that I can't," Romimos said.

Sleep and rest are also very important parts of Arda - so important that there is a Valer who presides over them.However, to this day, Romimos still cannot fully understand the mystery. .

Romimos is very energetic, and she is rarely exhausted enough to fall asleep, but she does have a few experiences of sleeping like a human being, which is more out of curiosity, because it is said that that kind of sleep is the closest to The experience of death.

Nevertheless, Romemus did not figure out the pleasure of sleep itself from these few attempts.In her opinion, sleeping should be an activity that can be performed to relieve the fatigue of long-term work, rather than a pleasure that can be derived from pure pleasure.

It is also something that human beings must do to maintain life. In addition to filling the stomach, eating can at least give the tongue some sense of taste, but the so-called sleep is not to enter a state of unconsciousness?Is this so happy?It can neither create any real value, nor have any sensory stimulation. If you can get the gift of Lord Ilmo in your sleep, it will be a bit interesting, but dreams are illusory after all, and what you dream of is not completely affected. Control yourself.

Romimos once believed that only those who are very dissatisfied with reality and have little ability to make changes will be greedy for sleep; only when they feel more pain than joy when awake, ignorance will become a kind of pain instead. enjoy.

But she soon realized that this idea was wrong.

Because even Glorfindel can stay in bed.

Glorfindel was certainly not lazy, and when fully awake he was probably the happiest and most active of all the Gondolin, but this obviously had nothing to do with the fact that he spent the first 10 minutes just waking from sleep. Resisting getting out of bed is not a conflict, and it seems to be especially acute in the winter.

So Romemos finally came to the conclusion that the creations of Yiru are a group of strange creatures who are indeed proud of their own sanity, and pursue to throw them away as much as possible to make their brains out of control.

"I don't want to rush you either," said Romemus.To be honest, Vespa didn't care if she slept until the afternoon, "but Ilfarin will be here soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside.

Vespa rolled over and sat up, stretching her arms to reach for the underwear she left at the end of the bed last night.

"I'll let him wait outside for a while." Romemos said, turned and walked outside.

"What is he doing here so early in the morning?!" Vespa complained loudly, without caring whether people outside would hear him. "A qualified gentleman should set aside time for ladies to take a beauty sleep."

"He came to help me," said Romemus.She opened the door a crack and said something softly to Ilfarin. Vespa was horrified to find that her expression and tone became strange the moment the door was opened. She spoke softly and smiled——fully opened Lanwen mode.

"Why are you still in a daze?" Then she closed the door and turned around, instantly returning to her usual arrogant and indifferent appearance, the speed of her face changing made Vespa speechless.

"You're not that gentle with me." Vespa ate.

"My patience with fools has always been limited," said Romemos, picking up Vespa's skirt from the floor and handing it to her, "and I thought you knew that Ilfarin and I have been rehearsing the Querry's new play."

"I know, I know, I just didn't expect you to be willing to cooperate with him for such a long time, I thought you would get bored soon." Vespa casually put the skirt on his head.

"Since I agreed, I won't go back on my word without any special reason. After all, honesty is the basic principle of being a human being." Romemos said, she said this calmly, without changing her face, which greatly admired Vespa , "I know you don't believe it, but it's true, I usually don't break a contract unless I didn't intend to keep it when I made the promise."

"I thought 'you don't want' is a special reason." With a hair tie in his mouth, Vespa hastily gathered a few strands of hair, talking to Romimos vaguely.

"It depends," said Romemos, "for this one time alone, I'm not so reluctant."

One of Vespa's hands was not hooked, and the half-combed hair bun fell apart, and all previous efforts were wasted.

"Turn around, I'll comb it for you." Romimos couldn't stand it anymore.

Vespa turned around obediently, and she quietly asked Romemos to fix a perfect hairstyle for her in just over a minute, which she couldn't do in half an hour. When the belt beside her was also brought to be tied, Vespa asked suddenly.

"Did you comb Ilfarin's hair too?"

"No." Romimos replied, a little puzzled.

"Didn't he ask you to do him a pixie hairstyle?"

"I taught him how to comb it, using my own hair as a demonstration." Romemoth said, "That is the most basic braiding method, easy to learn, and enough for use. Glorfindel most of the time They only wear that kind of hairstyle, he has too much hair and it is very curly, and he is not the kind of person who will spend an hour doing his hair patiently, sometimes he even dares to go out with only a ponytail , If you are an elf, you will know how outrageous this is. Don't breathe, are you thin again?"

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter recently, and I can't eat anymore." Vespa muttered, "I thought it would be easy for you to comb your braids."

"Oh, it's not difficult for me, especially men's braids, it takes a few minutes." Romemus said, "But Glorfindel's hair doesn't grow on my head, I always You can’t comb him yourself.”

"Can't you?" Vespa was taken aback. "I thought it would be a regular occurrence, like how often you comb my hair."

Romemus sighed. "You've also seen a lot of research on elves, so you should keep something in your mind." She said, "Hair and ears are very sensitive parts for elves. Unless the relationship is very good, they will usually Not combing each other's hair."

"I know that," said Vespa, "and that's why I thought you must have combed Ilfarin—or Lord Glorfindel. You are at least like a family. Or is it that the elves don’t even braid each other’s hair?”

Romimos was silent for a moment: "Glorfindel and I are not that close."

It's not that she didn't have this kind of opportunity at all, Romemos and Glorfindel did get along quite harmoniously for a period of time, that is, the days after she returned to Gondolin again, probably because of the "lost and found" "At that time, Glorfindel even took care of her more than when she first came to Gondolin. If Romimos asked to help Glorfindel comb his hair at that time, although he was not sure that the other party would agree [-]%. But at least she has the confidence to say so.

But at that time Romemos was trying to hide her clumsiness, and didn't want anyone to discover her superb weaving skills.

But at the end of the first era, they were not as close as before, and Romimus was naturally more than half responsible for this—she chose the latter between Glorfindel and the freedom that now seemed illusory; But Glorfindel was the same, and later he also began to try to keep a certain distance from her, which is understandable—Lan Wen is no longer the little girl who just came to Gondolin. They need to avoid each other, and Romimos understands.

If there is no Idriel for comparison.

Yes, Romimos found out that compared to Lan Wen, Idril is Glorfindel's best friend of the opposite sex.With Idril, Glorfindel is often more relaxed and casual, but in front of Lan Wen, he occasionally shows a little awkward and unnatural look.

Romemos once did not understand why.If it is said that Glorfindel and Idril have known each other for longer and have shared weal and woe so they have a deeper friendship, but his concern for Lan Wen was once more than that for Idril.Romimos also thought that Lan Wen had reached the point of being regarded as a family member to Glorfindel, but obviously not, the most direct evidence: when Lan Wen first came to Gondolin, if some people did not know the truth The elf asked if she and Glorfindel were siblings, Glorfindel just smiled and didn't rush to explain, but when this happened again, he denied it faster than anyone else.

Romimos didn't think much of it at first, she really had no blood relationship with Glorfindel, she wasn't even a real elf, until Glorfindel finally stopped him from talking a few times before but kept silent. After asking about the words, she suddenly realized: because Glorfindel had already begun to suspect that Lan Wen was a spy of Angband.

Romimos thought that she had found a reasonable explanation for all the changes in Glorfindel, and that the other party really wanted to distance herself from her, so she didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly made that irreversible decision.

But now Romemos is not sure whether the judgment he made under the frantic emotion of being angry and angry because his identity was almost exposed: If it is already certain that she betrayed Gondolin, Griffin Even if Del came to her several times, was it possible that Glorfindel would abandon her so simply before there was even definite evidence that Lan Wen was a spy?With Glorfindel's sense of responsibility and conduct, let alone a living person, even if he brought home a pet, he wouldn't be able to throw it away just because he realized it might be a problem, right?

Romemos thought of some detail that she had previously overlooked.

Glorfindel's sullen look when she pestered Tour to find out about him, she originally thought it was because Glorfindel felt that his skills and teaching level were questioned.

When Elendil naively thought that the relationship between Lan Wen and Glorfindel was the same as his parents' relationship (because they both lived together), Glorfindel was at a loss and stumbled for a moment , she thought that Glorfindel didn't know how to explain the ins and outs of this to such a young child.

And people like Agamos always half-joking with her, if she stays in Glorfindel's house like this, she won't be able to receive a love letter from other elves in another 1 years, Romimos Thought they were implying that she was too dependent on Glorfindel and not mature enough to be independent.

"He's jealous." Exilion said.

"I can't believe it," said Celebrion, "how can you be so clever that you don't realize such an obvious thing?"

……

No, Romemus said calmly to himself.It's not that she didn't realize it at all, she was just subconsciously afraid and refused to admit this possibility, so she tried every means to find all kinds of excuses.Because if her love for Glorfindel was one-way, things would be much simpler; on the contrary, if her heart could be answered, she would have to face the dilemma of choosing between love and freedom, honestly. Said that until today, Romemos is not sure that he will definitely choose the former.

Fortunately, she no longer had to make a choice.

Romemos came back to his senses, and cleared out the complicated thoughts that had no meaning. "Have you packed yet? I'm letting Ilfarin in."

"Oh." Vespa replied reluctantly.

"Is something wrong?" Ilfarin frowned as soon as he entered the door and saw Romemus. "You seem to have something on your mind. You were fine if you didn't return it just now."

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered some old things just now, and it's all over." Romemos put on that perfect "Lanwen" smile again, "I'll go and pour you some water to wash your hands."

"You two, really?" Vespa sat on the bed with one leg crossed on the table, "Will you continue to act while I'm here?"

"You can also go out and brush your teeth, and then you don't have to come back." Romemos said unhappily, walking towards the backyard.

"Why did you come here?" Vesper looked at Ilfarin with a bad expression.

"Didn't Luo Mi tell you?" Ilfarin said, putting a large basket of oranges on the table, "I went with her to buy oranges, and then I'll help her make jam."

"Jam? Luo Mi didn't tell me that she wanted to make jam recently, how did you know?"

"She told me."

"You mean she offered to ask you for help?" Vespa's eyes widened. "That's impossible!"

"Perhaps she asked me to carry something for her," said Ilfarin. "That basket of oranges was quite heavy."

"It's not to the point where she can't lift it. She is very strong." Vesper muttered, "And even if she needs help, she should be the first to find me."

"Thank you my dear, if next time I don't want to pick the freshest fruit, but the leftover batch of fruits picked by others, I will wait for you to get up and accompany me to the market." Romemos said, she When he came back with the jug in his arms, he handed the soaked towel to Ilfarin, "The water is still very cold just after pouring out, so be careful."

"Why am I so delicate." Ilfarin laughed and took the towel.

"Me too!" Vespa yelled.

"You are sixty years old, not six, Vespa, wash your face and fetch water from the well."

"What about him?" Vesper pointed at Ilfarin.

"He is temporarily counted as six thousand years old in the past few months, so you should respect the old and love the young."

"Tch." Vespache let out a warning look at Ilfarin, "Don't be too complacent, your good days are only a few days away."

"She probably just woke up not long ago. I don't know why she is so aggressive today." Romimos smiled slightly in surprise.

Ilfarin was noncommittal, he only glanced at Vesper, then looked at Romemos again, and said with a smile: "I brought back the oranges, is there anything else I can help?"

"If you don't mind the trouble," Romemos also said with a smile, "can you help me peel them all? And the outer membrane of the orange petals."

"It's nothing." Ilfarin said, and began to peel off. "I just don't understand. These things are very simple, right? Why did you ask me for help?"

"Because peeling the orange peel will make the fingertips sticky and yellow, and the smell will linger in the nails for a long time." Romemos said, resting his chin on his hands.Sure enough, she didn't do anything, just stared at Ilfarin's slender fingers.

Ilfarin waited for her to continue, but there was no more, he was a little surprised: "Just because of this?"

"Isn't that a reason?"

"No, of course." Ilfarin said, "I just didn't expect you to ask me to help for such a strange reason. This is not Lan Wen's style, but yours."

Romemos opened his mouth: "...sometimes the boundaries are a bit difficult to grasp."

"You'll have to be careful after that," said Ilfarin.

Romimos looked strange, she was actually instructed by an outsider how to play the deity.

"If you don't like oranges, why don't you choose something else?" Ilfarin asked again. "Is it because Glorfindel likes oranges?"

"I don't hate oranges, I just don't like yellow fingertips," said Romemos. "Glorfindel does like oranges, but I don't think there's anything he doesn't like. Vesper loves them." Eat oranges."

"I like to eat that kind of sweet, overripe orange." Vespa came in from the door, and the undried water dripped down her chin and onto the front of her clothes after washing her face. "The oranges sold in the market are sour now."

Ilfarin paused as he peeled the orange.

"Just to whet your appetite, so you won't be able to eat all day long." Romemos threw her a clean towel with a look of disgust, "I'll make another one with extra sugar."

"I knew that your favorite human is still me!" Vespa jumped over, trying to take a big mouthful of Poromimos off guard, but Romimos dodged it skillfully.

"If you do this again, don't expect to get anything from me again!" Romimos warned her sternly.Whether Vespa listened or not was another matter.

"What are you going to do with Ilfarin after the official performance is over?" Vespa asked after Ilfarin said goodbye and left.

"Our agreement expires, so we will naturally return to the original state." Romimos replied as a matter of course.

"Really?" Vespa asked. "You don't want to go on?"

"As far as the current situation is concerned, there is no need." Romimos replied.

"I thought you had more or less found the fun," Vespa said. "Otherwise, with your character, how could you be willing to do something that wouldn't do you any good with someone you don't really like?"

"Maybe your problem is that you shouldn't hastily determine what kind of character I am, and then hastily think that I will definitely do or not do something." Romemos said softly.

Vespa immediately shut his mouth.

"I am willing to cooperate with Ilfarin, not because I like him so much." Romemos said, "Although my impression of him has indeed changed during this time. I always thought he was a dull, uninteresting A stage puppet without ego—of course he is. But I admit that he does have his own persistence, and I just have a little respect for all those who can pursue the ultimate regardless of the outside world and other people's ideas."

"Really?" Vespa asked suspiciously. "Hasn't he been like this for decades? Why do you suddenly respect him?"

"It turned out that I underestimated him." Romimos admitted, "I didn't expect to be able to play him to this level in acting. He is worthy of being the pillar of Númenor once in a thousand years."

"You mean..." Vesper couldn't believe it, "You can feel that he played Lord Golden Flower so perfectly?!"

"It's not that exaggerated, but judging by the standards of drama roles, he is already impeccable." Romemos praised, "I can give ninety points for his physical appearance, which is nothing. What is rare is that sometimes I seem to have really caught a little bit of Glorfindel's shadow in his eyes and expressions, and I can barely score 75 points, so overall, it is [-] points. Considering My grades are harsh, and this is really a good score. Oh, by the way, I can only give you seventy points for your acting skills when you pretended to be me. I usually hold my chin up a little because in the elves I am more The habit that most people are short is not because I just like to look at people through my nostrils, okay?"

"Now that you think the two of them are so similar," Vespa asked, "you don't have any intention of continuing to use him as Lord Glorfindel's substitute?"

Romimos thought for a long time in silence: "I think it's because...their similarities are not what Glorfindel really attracts me."

Appearance, limbs, even demeanor and habits, all these external things, Romemos can teach Ilfarin to be [-]% similar to Glorfindel, but she can only create such a statue after all. A shell of gold and jade, and those qualities that really make Glorfindel Glorfindel: his mind and wisdom, his kindness and conviction, his strong and pure sparkling soul, Ilfarin— No, not to mention him, but anyone——it cannot be copied.

If what Romemos wants is just such a vain Glorfindel, she can achieve her wish with a portrait or a sculpture, so what use is there for Ilfarin?

"However, this cannot be said to be the fault of Ilfarin's lack of acting skills. He has worked very hard." Romemos said, "So I promise him that I will try my best to finish this play well. The recent situation of the opera house is not acceptable. Optimistic, our finances were already in the red last year, and the situation will only get worse in the future. We must persuade Farathon to agree to allocate more funds. This midsummer performance is very important, and Sauron has already confirmed that he will be canonized as the The national teacher. Tsk, I really don't want to see the faces of those two people..."

"You mean, if it wasn't for Ilfarin, you wouldn't care if the Arlando Opera House would go bankrupt because of the failure of this show, would you?" Vespa asked.

"You know, Vespa, I don't really like acting. I wanted you to act for me as before, but you couldn't sing the highest note, and Naquili didn't agree to lower the tone. This time I have to dance in that kind of clothes." Romemos flicked his hair irritably, "I just wanted to finish the show quickly, if it wasn't for Ilfarin's hard work this time, it made me a little I can't bear to let him down, and he's going to be crazy if there's no show because the theater is closing down."

"If the theater closes, I'll lose my job and be homeless!" Vespa cried. "Haven't you ever thought of that?!"

"Oh..." Romemos was stunned, "Anyway, I will try my best not to let the theater go bankrupt."

"That's beside the point! I just thought that if you were going to decide for whom to help this opera house that you don't call home, that person should...should be mine, or at least I'd be one of them that you'd consider One! But you don’t even think about me.” Vespa screamed, she stared at Romemos with red eyes, “Are you trying to make everyone who likes you think we’re hotheaded? You will be happy if you are a fool?"

Vespa ran away, leaving Romimos in a daze.