[The Silmarillion] Romimus

It is said that when Melkor was first imprisoned in the prison of Mandos, Romimos was a very conscientious watcher.

Except that Romemos accidentally heard a few notes of Melkor during the composition of the grand movement, the two had no intersection at all. Judging by the reviews, obviously that would not be a positive review.

So in the beginning, Romimos's feelings for Melkor were still dominated by disgust and fear, and probably a little contempt and ridicule. When Melkor tried to talk to her, she always said nothing, with a blank face. He walked away with an expression on his face.

However, during the thousands of years of being alone and lonely, Romimos's patience gradually reached its limit, and the Valars seemed to have forgotten her at the westernmost end of Aman. Unfortunately, Melkor was her The only person with whom he could communicate, and at that time, Melkor hid his hatred for Vera and his malicious thoughts. He looked quite handsome, and his voice was melodious, and his words could easily move people's hearts.

The long-term torture of loneliness, dissatisfaction with Vera, and Melkor's deliberate temptation all made Romimos increasingly anxious, and Melkor's current embarrassing situation made her lower her vigilance, and finally one day When Melkor greeted her affectionately again, Romimos glanced at him and replied coldly: "No matter how much you try to get close to me, it's useless."

Of course, the treacherous and cunning Melkor would not let go of this opportunity. As soon as Romimos responded to him, Melkor immediately cheered up and put on a seemingly gentle and intimate face.

"It's very unkind of you to do that, ma'am," he said. "Of course, you may have heard many rumors about me, and think that I am evil and untrustworthy, but even if this is the case, when it is only you and me Are you refusing to tell me your name even when you are in the same situation? Or is it that as long as you say a word to me, I can escape from the iron-walled prison of Mandos?"

Romimos frowned, and looked at Melkor unceremoniously for a long time, but Melkor was always smiling, and he didn't think he was disobedient at all.

"Romimos." Romimos withdrew his probing eyes, but his voice was still stiff.

"'Twilight', what a beautiful name, as charming as the stars in the sky, why did you tell me now?" Melkor's regretful expression was very realistic, and he approached Romimos calmly, " And why don't you give me a smile, my goddess? Your sad face makes a prisoner like me feel sorry for you."

"The legendary Dark Lord Melkor really lives up to his reputation, and he is very glib." Romimos was unmoved, turned and walked away indifferently.

Milko watched Romimos go away, the kind smile on his face disappeared little by little, and turned into a sneer of disdain.

It doesn't matter, it's a long time coming.

May I ask, among all the gods, elves, and humans in the world of Arda, how many people can be completely unmoved by Morgoth Boglier's eloquent tongue?Even among the Valar, not all of them can truly see the sinister and vicious in Melkor's heart.

The conversation between Romimos and Melkor got off to a bad start. After the first time, the communication between the two became more and more unconsciously, because Melkor He is the most powerful and knowledgeable among the gods, and he has some of the talents of other Enu. Romimos meets Melkor, just like a hungry person meets an oasis in the desert. The thirst for knowledge prompted her to ask Melko various questions constantly, and Melko also gave her advice seriously.Therefore, although Romimos did not completely let go of her guard against Melkor, she still revealed a lot of things inadvertently, and from it, Melkor guessed exactly what Romimus did not say.

"It turns out that you once served Varda, no wonder I seem to see stars shining on your face." Melkor sighed, and asked curiously pretending to be casual, "But why are you serving Mandu now? The Temple of the Guardians? With all due respect, Romimos, the coldness and gloom here are not worthy of your splendor."

Romemos's ears automatically filtered out the bunch of useless beautiful words, and he replied blankly: "Because I did something wrong and angered Lord Mandos, so now I will be punished and look at you."

"What have you done?" asked Melkor. "Don't be silent any longer, my dear Romemus. There are only two of us here. You can tell me your grievances without any scruples. Don't tell me you are wronged." There is no dissent in Vera's sentence, otherwise why would this beautiful face be so haggard?"

"Although I don't know how to vomit, you should stop in moderation, Melkor." Romimos resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "I'm here because..."

After hearing the story of Romemus, Melkor didn't speak for a while, as if he felt sincere sympathy for Romemus, but in his heart, Melkor almost burst into laughter with excitement, because Romemos' rebellious psychology and resentment towards Vera were stronger than he expected, and as long as he fanned the flames again, he could easily pull Romemos into his camp.

"Oh, I really sympathize with what happened to you." He pretended to be unfair to Romemus, "What did you do wrong? You have to be punished like this!"

"Because I didn't weave the tapestry completely according to the facts, I made changes without authorization."

"Don't deceive yourself any more, Romimos," said Melkor, his voice cold for the first time, "you know very well that Manwë would never let you here alone to reflect For thousands of years."

Romemus said nothing.

"The Valar were so cruel to you because they were afraid of you," Melkor whispered softly, like a viper hissing and spitting out a message, "They are afraid of you expressing your ideas, afraid of you creating something beyond their conception. works, afraid of you letting things get out of their hands."

"No, that's not the case, they're just worried that I might go astray..."

"Like me?" Melkor sneered, "What is 'wrong way', Romimos? What mistake did I make again?"

"You violated Yiru's will, disrupted the movement of creation, and wreaked havoc on the world of Arda."

"Is it wrong to create something different from what Iluvatar thought?" Mirko sternly retorted Romemus, "Don't you also want to create your own work? Don't you just want Al Has Da become more beautiful and better? Are you wrong just because you think differently from Vera?"

"I……"

"You should be proud of yourself, Romimos, I'm not mistaken, we are the same, we are free and have our own will, and the Valar, they can only be bound by what they know. Here, there will never be any progress." Melkor seduced earnestly, "Don't be ashamed of your desires, if you don't have desires, how can you make breakthroughs? How can there be passion in a world that remains the same and follows the rules? Then we What's the point of being in this world?"

"Can……"

"Look into my eyes, Romimos," said Melkor firmly.

Romimos shivered, and couldn't help raising his head to look at Melkor.

"You want to be free, is that wrong?"

"No……"

"Is it wrong for you to be loyal to your own heart?"

"No……"

"Is there anything wrong with wanting to be innovative and not conform to the rules?"

"No, I'm not wrong." The little bud buried in Romimos's heart seemed to have finally absorbed the nourishment and grew wildly.

"Is it wrong that you want to break through the theme of Iluvata and have something completely your own?"

"This...but it's impossible to make a mistake..."

"Don't you and I come from Iluvita's own thoughts? If Yiru is right, then how can we be wrong? If we are wrong, it can only show that Iluvita is not perfect , or our 'wrong' should have been right."

"..."

"Tell me, are we wrong?"

"……No."

"Good boy." Mirko praised, "But we have made no mistakes, but we will be imprisoned here for tens of thousands of years. Yes, it is imprisonment. Although I am in prison and you are outside the prison, your situation But it’s no different from me, and even worse, I’m just imprisoned in the flesh, and your heart and soul are imprisoned here by Vera, why is that?”

"I-I don't know..."

"Believe me, Romimos." Melkor said without doubt, "Our only fault is that we are not strong enough, and we don't have the power to completely shut up those Vera. They are jealous of us, so they spare no effort to suppress and exclude us , and once we're strong enough to put them on par, then we'll become the accepted 'right'."

"...Maybe so." Romimos still hesitated, but she couldn't find any loopholes in Melkor's words.

"You may not understand it for a while, it's okay." Melkor put on a reasonable look again, "We have a lot of time, Romimos, you can think about it slowly, and then you will understand that what I said is true It's a lie, and Manwe and the others are just a bunch of rigid and narrow-minded villains."

Romimos didn't speak any more, and left in a hurry, but Melkor could tell from her expression that her heart had begun to shake, and he couldn't help but feel complacent.

It was a gamble, and Romimos might lean towards Melkor, or report Melkor's inappropriate words and deeds to Mandos, and Melkor thought he had a good chance of winning.

Thirteen days passed, and Romimos appeared in front of Melkor again. With a calm expression, she asked Melkul about gem identification, but she didn't mention anything about that day.

And Melkor knew that he had won his bet.