[The Silmarillion] Romimus

When they came near the valley where Gondolin was, Turgon slowed down his march a little, and sent out his followers to see that there was no army of Angband behind them.

The elves who came back all said that there was no one following them.

"Are you all sure?" Turgon asked again and again.Now he would not risk the discovery of Gondolin.

"I can assure you that my team was not followed by any spies from Angband when they returned." Exilion replied, "Glorfindel, where are you?"

"The back of me in that direction is also very clean." Glorfindel replied with a slightly confused expression, "In fact, it surprised me that it was so clean."

"It seems that Hurin and Hur have indeed kept us from all enemies as they promised, and they have once again proved the glory of mankind." Turgon sighed, "may the stars protect them."

Everyone was silent, and they knew very well in their hearts that the humans of Dole Luming must be in danger this time.

On the other side, all the humans died in battle except the leader Húrin, who was captured and brought back to Angband by Gothmog. The clues along the way traced the elves of Gondolin.

Although Turgon had ordered everyone to avoid leaving any conspicuous traces as much as possible, the elves were so numerous and retreated in such a hurry that it was obviously impossible to leave no trace. The specific location of Gondolin, at least the approximate location of her can be figured out.

But how could Romemos allow this to happen?

"I said, how about you stop here?"

The leader of the orc team was startled by the voice that appeared out of nowhere in the valley: "Who is it? Who is talking?!"

Romimos took off her hood and showed her figure. She was standing on a protruding stone above the cliff, looking down at the orcs below. From the tip of her eyebrows to the corners of her eyes, she revealed her arrogance.

"You've come a long way, move on—"

Before she finished speaking, dozens of arrows smeared with poison swished towards her, and at least six or seven of them passed through her body in an instant.

"...The area further forward should be my responsibility."

That Romimos disappeared into a patch of light, and from behind the tree, an identical Romimus came out again, unscathed, and she frowned displeasedly.

"Whose subordinates are you? It must not be Sauron's subordinates, but the people of Gothmog? Oh, the expected rudeness."

These orcs were stunned for a moment, thinking that they had encountered some great enemy, and there was a commotion in an instant.

"Shut up! Be quiet!" the leading half-orc yelled, squinting his mung bean-sized eyes and looked Romemos up and down several times, before he asked unsurely, "Lord Romemos?"

Romimos snorted coldly: "Now that you know who I am, I won't talk nonsense anymore, and quickly take your people back and tell Gothmog, don't get Gondolin's idea, it's me prey."

The orc captain grinned distortedly, but he didn't intend to evacuate. Although he still called Romimos "Master", if you can stare at the ugly face of the half-orc for more than three seconds, you will find He really didn't have much respect and fear in his eyes—Romimos was a well-known vase in Angband. , and Gothmog was very dissatisfied with this, and complained a lot on weekdays, and even his subordinates were very disdainful of Romimos.

"Since Lord Romimus appears here, he must have figured out the way of Gondolin, and he can come and go freely." The orc captain said, "In this case, it has been hundreds of years since you left Angband. It’s been a year, I wonder if there is something in the elves that makes you nostalgic? I haven’t seen you come back to the master for so long.”

"Gondolin's entrance and exit are very strictly guarded. I also took advantage of Turgon's army to go out this time to find the opportunity to come out. What? You suspect that I have betrayed Lord Melkor and gone to the elves?" Romimos said, " As for the information on Gondolin, I have indeed collected almost the same, and I will report to Lord Melkor in person after a while, so I won’t bother Gothmog. I still say that, Gondolin is mine , you can go back."

The orc captain rolled his eyes: "If Gondolin is really defeated, that would be a great achievement. For such a great achievement, why not give us a little bit from Lord Romimos? We must know that greed is not enough to swallow an elephant." .”

"Stop talking nonsense! I don't have time to talk about this with you here." Romemos lowered his face, "This is an ultimatum. If you take a step forward, don't blame me for being rude!"

For a few seconds, the orc seemed to hesitate, but soon he made up his mind, maybe because of the backing of Gothmog, maybe because the reward for discovering Gondolin was too tempting , or Romimos's deterrent power is really insufficient, in short, instead of turning around and leaving, it took a provocative step forward.

"I'd like to ask Lord Romimos, how can you be rude to us." The orc captain said with a smirk, "Could it be that you want to use your embroidery needle to stab us to death one by one?"

The orcs burst into a series of laughs, and they stopped looking at Romemos, and walked past her noisily, continuing to walk deep into the valley, as if treating Romemos like air .

Romimos didn't stop them, it wasn't that she didn't want to, it's just that she really didn't have the ability, not to mention hundreds of orcs, she couldn't even beat a single orc with real swords and guns.

It seemed that the elves really lost this time in a very embarrassing situation. Even the rough and unskilled trackers like the orcs found a lot of traces they accidentally left behind. In the distance, I saw the silver and blue banner of the Noldor elves shimmering in the sun.

This undoubtedly made the orcs even more excited. It seemed that as long as they worked harder, the most secret hiding place of the Noldor elves would be in sight. They chased them like donkeys chasing carrots. All night long, I chased after the elves with all my might.

However, before the dawn of the next day, they completely lost their direction. A thick fog rose from the valley, the elves disappeared, and most of the orcs were exhausted, their feet were extremely heavy, and every step took a lot of money. Several times more strength than usual.

As a result, these beast-minded things began to have differences. Some were still unwilling to give up the reward promised by Gothmog, while others felt that they had been completely lost and retreated.

The leader of the team is of course the former. Under its whipping and urging, the orcs reluctantly chased the road for about an hour, but they couldn't even see a hair of the elves, and at the same time they felt more and more tired. It was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that someone under their feet kept pulling them down. In the end, even the leader himself could no longer walk, so he could only reluctantly announce that the tracking had failed and prepared to go back home.

But no one responded to it.

The leader looked back strangely, but he couldn't see anything. The fog in the valley became thicker and thicker, almost to the point where he couldn't see his fingers.

"Where are the people? Are they all dead?! Hurry up and follow!" The leader roared angrily.

There was still no sound, not even an echo. At the same time, the orc leader felt that he was sinking slowly. It was not an illusion caused by fatigue, but he was really sinking!

Its eyes widened in horror, howled and wanted to jump up and run away, but all efforts were in vain. Its feet and calves seemed to be firmly imprisoned by something, and it could not move at all. The feeling of stiffness when speaking Has spread to the knee.

In a flash, the leader finally understood something.

"My lord Romemus!" it cried in horror, "help! Spare us! Please! We dare not disrespect you again!"

There was silence all around, no matter how the orc wailed and begged for mercy, and even cursed and cursed after despair, no one responded until its voice became weaker and weaker, and finally it could not be heard at all, and the dense fog all over the sky dissipated in an instant If the orc were still alive, they would have chased them all day and all night, and instead of advancing a step towards Gondolin's place, they had moved a little farther away.Where are they in any valley? They are clearly in the center of the Great Swamp of Serihe!

Romemos sat on a branch of a tree by the side of the swamp, watching the muddy land return to its usual calmness with no expression. As long as she didn't tell, no one would know about the meadow and soil here. There are nearly a hundred corpses of orcs buried under it.

"I have to hurry back." She sighed and touched the ring on her hand.

The army of Gondolin came back to Gondolin at noonday, and all the people of the city who had not fought came to meet them. Although they knew that the hope was hopeless, the elves still had a little illusion that they might win, but when they saw After their kings and warriors looked tired and heavy, everyone had guessed the outcome of the war in advance - the only thing that was still unclear was how badly they would lose.Fair Princess Idril buried her face on her father's breast, and tears wet Turgon's bosom.

Glorfindel didn't go home immediately. Although there was nothing he wanted more than this now, as the lord, he didn't have the right to go to rest immediately. He had to count the casualties of the Golden Flower family, and even go to those The family of the sacrificial elves informed their relatives of the fact that they died in the war. He didn't remember how he told the news of the death of their father, brother, lover and son through the astonished eyes and tears of those elves. What kind of comfort seemed to be at this moment pale and weak.In the end, he had to report to Turgon, and the grief and heartbreak that could not be measured in words and numbers became simply a series of numbers in the report.

"Glorfin." After the post-war meeting, Turgon silently waved his hand to indicate that the lords could leave. After walking out of the conference hall, Exilion stopped Glorfindel, "Don't blame yourself too much. Yes, sacrifices are always inevitable in war."

But Glorfindel clearly saw that Exilion, who was always calm and restrained, also had red eyes.

He was finally able to go home, although the house that was still lively in the past was empty at the moment, and most of the servants and attendants were eager to go back to embrace their relatives who had returned from the battlefield. It's heartbroken, and I'm out of my mind.

Glorfindel stood in a daze in the front hall for a while, and suddenly the red blood of the soldiers who died on the battlefield and the mournful cries of the elves who lost their loved ones began to echo in his mind. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and something seemed to be pressing heavily on his chest, pulling his heart straight down.

A shadow appeared by the door, and Glorfindel was startled suddenly. His body reaction was still on the battlefield, and his hand was already on the sword in an instant.

Lan Wen came out from behind the door, her face was almost as haggard as Glorfindel.When she saw Glorfindel, her eyes widened, she rubbed it in disbelief, and immediately filled with joy, she lifted her skirt and ran towards him.

Her body trembled slightly due to excitement, and she ran to Glorfindel and even didn't know what to say in a moment of excitement, but she didn't need to speak, because before she could organize her words, Glorfindel suddenly bent down , hugged her tightly into his arms, he didn't speak, and buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder, Lan Wen was stunned for a second or two before realizing that he was crying.

Romemos panicked.

Of course, in this situation, it is normal for them to be so excited to shed a few tears when they meet again after the war and survive the catastrophe. Romimos has already brewed a good mood, but before she could cry, she was caught by Gloria. Fendel's tears frightened back.

Romimoth was not a crybaby, and she shed tears only in two situations, one when she needed to cry, such as when she first met Glorfindel and wanted to quickly win the sympathy of the elves; Under normal circumstances, tears are closely related to pain, such as the time she was almost cut off by Melko, her wings were broken by a giant eagle, and her foot was hit by a hammer...

So Romimus' first reaction was that Glorfindel was injured? !And it was a serious injury that even he couldn't bear? !It shouldn't be!She watched so closely all the way, if Glorfindel was injured so badly, there's no reason she wouldn't notice it.

Romemos stayed for a while, she didn't understand why Glorfindel was crying, but she didn't seem to understand at all, she could feel in Glorfindel the same kind of pain she felt in Angband or South. The emotions that Elmos had never experienced in these places seemed to be a kind of love, but it was hotter and heavier than the love she had always understood. Romemos could not describe it in words. It was too foreign to her, because she didn't know what it felt like, and she didn't know how to comfort Glorfindel.

Romimos felt at a loss like never before, she was foolishly held in Glorfindel's arms, and after a long while, she instinctively and slowly hugged him back.

"I'm here," she said, and even though she couldn't make a sound, and Glorfindel couldn't see her mouth at the moment, Romimoth kept repeating in his ear, "I'm here. "