[The Silmarillion] Romimus

Romemos really wanted to comfort herself that maybe Meglin just made some new discoveries and delayed her return trip plan, but she still had a strong sense of uneasiness lingering in her heart.Taking advantage of Glorfindel's absence, Romemos avoided all the other members of the Golden Flower House, and left Gondolin alone to find Maeglin near the place the Mole House had told her. In the valley, her least expected conjecture was confirmed—Romimos found several half-orc corpses there, but in comparison, there were more elves killed in battle, and some of them were Romimos. It was Meglin's confidant in the mole family that he knew.

But Romimos did not find Maeglin's body, only his sword Angourel, this sword Romimos is too familiar, because it is one of Io's most proud creations, Meglin Green stole it while escaping from South Elmos.

The situation became even more difficult. Meglin was undoubtedly attacked by the orcs. Although they resisted bravely, of course, Meglin would not bring too many people to go out of the city in violation of the prohibition, so in the end they were outnumbered and suffered heavy casualties.

But Maeglin may not have been killed in this battle, and Romemos thought it more likely that he was taken captive by Orcs and brought back to Angband, which is not comforting at all. Romimos knew Morgog well. How cruel Si and Sauron are to the hostages, it should be more enjoyable to be stabbed to death than to be tortured in their hands.

Romemus sighed, the day finally came.

On the other hand, Glorfindel went to Exilion's house.

"You're here." Exilion's expression was very subtle, neither relaxed nor particularly serious, but rather conflicted.

"What's the matter with you?" Glorfindel was puzzled, looking at Exilion's twisted facial features, he still wanted to laugh, "What happened?"

"Lan Wen didn't come with you?" Exilion answered irrelevantly.

"No, the people from Meglin's side came to look for her, and they didn't know why they were so secretive. They said they wanted to talk to her alone, so I came to you." Glorfindel shrugged.

Exilion's brows furrowed even tighter.

"I called you here this time just to talk to you about Lan Wen." He said.

"What happened to Lan Wen?"

"You usually spend the longest time with her, and you haven't noticed anything unusual?"

"What are you trying to say?" Glorfindel was a little annoyed.

"...I'll just say it straight." Exilion pursed his lips, "Glorfindel, I think you'd better be wary of Lan Wen."

Glorfindel suspected that something was wrong with his ears: "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I know you don't want to believe it, and I don't have any concrete evidence to prove it, so I don't force you to distance yourself from her, but I have to remind you that Lan Wen may not be as innocent as we have always imagined."

"Of course, she's not a child anymore, and she's been through a lot, so it's not surprising that she's lost her centuries-old innocence, but that's not what she should be blamed for, and if anyone needs to feel guilty, it should be Me and you, if we hadn't lost her and Princess Yarisil hundreds of years ago, she wouldn't have suffered so many terrible things. And 'beware of her'? Sorry, what do you think of Lan Wen? Ann Gban's archenemy?"

"If she is from Angband, she will be no less formidable enemy than Sauron, because for 300 years, none of us has been able to detect any flaws in her."

"Are you serious?!" Glorfindel raised his voice.

"But now that you think about it, don't you think everything is too coincidental?" Exilion was unmoved and continued, "The first time we discovered Lan Wen was when she was hunted down by half-orcs and fled to Gondo. Lin was rescued by the two of us. There are no other elves living near Gondolin. Where did she come from? She escaped here halfway when she was captured by the orcs from other places as a prisoner and brought back to Angband Why did Angband want such a thin slave with only a little strength? There are more people stronger than her, why only a little girl escaped?"

Glorfindel opened his mouth to retort, but Exilion didn't give him the chance.

"These are just one of the doubts. Who set up the illusion in the Spider Canyon? What is the purpose? If it is to kill people, why did you leave us a retreat? If it is to set up obstacles, why did Lan Wen and Princess Yarisil went out safely? What is Io's attitude towards the two of them? If he really married her because he loves Princess Yarisil, why did he become so cold later? If he It's just that he is greedy for the beauty of the princess, so Lan Wen is more likely to be coveted by him, isn't it? Besides, Lan Wen doesn't have much respect for Vera, and it can even be said to be quite cold..."

"The Silvan elves are like this. They have never been to Aman, nor have they seen the scene of Valinor. To them, Vera is just a name. I don't think this is incomprehensible." Glorfindel Tiran Min argued.

"Yeah, Vera hasn't paid attention to this land for too long, not to mention that Lanwen is still such a young elf, but if that's all, why did she send Lord Ulmo to Lord Ulmo when Tur came to Gondolin? The envoy who came here is so interested?" Exilion refuted and went back, "not to mention that she has hidden weaving skills, how did she weave Middle-earth, maybe no one but her can weave it. Tricks? If she is really a genius in this area, why should she hide it from all of us, including you?"

Glorfindel also remembered that incident. At that time, he was also very puzzled. When he wanted to ask Lan Wen to clarify, he unfortunately received the news of His Majesty Fingolfin's death, and this incident was temporarily forgotten.

"His Royal Highness told you?"

"En." Exilion rubbed his forehead irritably, "I'm not the only one who has these doubts. Princess Idril feels the same way as I do, and it's because she talked to me two days ago that I'm not alone. I finally made up my mind to tell you this."

"Her Royal Highness also suspects that Lan Wen is a spy of Angband?" Glorfindel asked, suppressing the bitterness welling up in his throat.

"No one dares to say that this is the truth, so why don't we hope that we are just being too suspicious?" Exilion had a complicated expression, and he didn't know how to comfort Glorfindel. It’s about Maeglin. The princess suspects that he will bring disaster to us. Although she can’t say that this feeling will definitely become a reality, you also know Your Highness the princess. She has a kind of you A power that I can't match."

"I really don't like Meglin," Glorfindel said, "but Lanwen and him have always been close because they grew up together in South Elmos. You mean, Lanwen might Influenced by Maeglin?"

"I can't say that, maybe Lan Wen has influenced Meglin in reverse?" Exilion sighed. You can't accuse Lan Wen and Meglin without evidence, you can only wait and see. If it is really the worst situation, Princess Idril has prepared a way out for us, but what is it? I can't tell you."

"Why? You don't believe me?!" Glorfindel jerked his head up.

"Of course I trust you," Exilion said, "but I don't trust Lan Wen as much as you do."

The hall in Angband was pitch black, and the sporadic light from the torches hanging on the walls on both sides was just a drop in the bucket to illuminate the place. Melkor, dressed in black, sat on his throne made of black iron, almost blending with the darkness. as one.

Sauron and Gosmog stood on both sides of him, and under the throne, Meglin was forced to kneel in front of them with a hunched body. Although she pretended to be calm, her trembling body and the cold sweat on her forehead were still exposed. Great fear in him.

Morgoth and the others looked at Maeglin aloftly, with mocking and joyful expressions on their faces, but when Morgoth spoke, his voice was as cold and menacing as the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month: "If you really do what you say, Then, kinsman of Turgon, I order you to tell me the secret of Gondolin at once, or you will know what will happen to you without my further words."

Of course, Meglin knew that in Angband, the wailing of the captives had not stopped for a second. Even if he was in the hall of Morgoth now, he could hear the pain coming from the prison deep in the ground and was pulled There are long screams, and the tip of his nose can even smell the sweet smell of blood and rust, which makes people creepy. If he does not succumb to Morgoth now, the consequences will not only be as simple as being killed, Morgoth is tyrannical His subordinates will use torture ten times and a hundred times crueler than those of the slaves to force him to speak.

Seeing Maeglin's vacillation, Sauron sneered in his heart, but his tone was smooth and gentle: "You are a brave and fearless warrior, perhaps you are not afraid of torture and death, but if you can help us capture Gondolin, you are generous. The Lord of Darkness will reward you richly."

"I promise, if you reveal to me the exact location and route of Gondolin, you will govern it for me after the city is captured." Morgoth said arrogantly, "Everything in Gondolin will be yours. ..."

This sentence was the last straw that crushed Meglin. As one of the lords of Gondolin and Turgon's nephew, Maglin was trusted by Turgon. One person is under one person and above ten thousand people, even so, he still has someone he can't wait for, that is his cousin Idril, and he desires her more than everything in the world.

But just before he decided to reveal all the information about Gondolin, a soldier rushed in to report: "Master, Lord Romimos is back."

The news was so sudden that even Morgoth and Sauron were stunned for a moment.

Gothmog sneered: "I really know how to choose the time."

Meglin has heard of Romimos. When Arisil told him the story of the runaway of the Noldor as a bedtime fairy tale, the name of Romimos appeared once or twice. It is said that she was seduced by Morgoth. One of the fallen Maya, who assisted Morgoth in destroying the Two Sacred Trees and fled to Middle-earth with him, but then she seemed to have evaporated. No one saw her again, and no one knew where she went. Some say she was eaten by Ungolian, others that the eagle tore her to pieces.

Morgoth and Sauron stared silently at a certain place behind Meglin. Meglin knew that it was Romimos and was walking slowly towards him, but he couldn't hear any footsteps until a woman's figure It seemed like a ghost suddenly appeared beside him out of nowhere, and the long black hair hanging down to his ankles brushed against his arm like cold silk, shocking Meglin who was already extremely nervous.

"Lord Melkor." Romimos spoke, her voice was low and smooth, without any sharp edges, and she bowed slightly to Sauron to salute, but Gothmog completely ignored it.

"Finally willing to come back?" Sauron smiled stingingly, meaning, "Fortunately, it's not too late."

"Yeah, we came back a second before we were about to extract information about Gondolin." Gothmog sarcastically said, "It seems that Gondolin is really hard to find, we spent half an hour prying here. Opening the mouth of this elf, but she spent 300 years with that ruined city. I dare say that every day in these 300 years, she racked her brains to count how many ants there are in this city. But it’s important information that can determine the outcome.”

Romimos ignored him, and said to Morgoth, "Lord Melkor, fortunately, I have fulfilled my trust and brought back all the information of Gondolin for you."

Meglin was terrified when he heard this. Romimos, as a spy of Morgoth, had sneaked into Gondolin 300 years ago, and no one in Gondolin was aware of it!

He couldn't help but secretly raised his eyes to look up, and what caught his eyes was a face that was exquisite and flawless. At first glance, its appearance was ninety-nine percent similar to that of an acquaintance of his, but if you look carefully, if--

If you look closely, it is [-]%!Those eyes, that nose, and even the position of the beauty mole on the corner of the mouth are all exactly the same!

"Lan Wen?!" Meglin almost doubted her life.

Romemos glanced at him, and made a quiet gesture to him.

"That was my false identity in Gondolin," she explained to Morgoth and the others.

"I am glad that you have not forgotten your mission, Romimos." Morgoth's expression was dark in the shadows, but it was by no means joyful, "but I think it is necessary for you to explain why you have delayed These hundreds of years?"

"I am very sorry for this, but please believe that this is definitely not what I did on purpose." Romimos looked very sincere. If Morgoth knew what a cheat she was, he might have believed her "The elves of Gondolin are very vigilant. Although they took me in, they never fully trusted me. I didn't find out the way in and out until Gondolin sent troops in the battle of Ninens Anundiad. , I’m really ashamed of my ineffectiveness.”

"That was decades ago," said Gothmog.

"I wanted to come back to tell you the good news at the first time, but because of some unexpected circumstances, I had to delay for a while," Romimos said calmly, "Just when you defeated the elf It was not long before the messengers of Ulmo found Gondolin."

Morgoth frowned, for Ulmo was one of the Valar he dreaded most, and if Romimoth was right, it might indeed be trouble.

"I will report the details to you later, but there is one thing I want to know about your thoughts." Romimos glanced at Maeglin from the corner of his eye, "What do you plan to do with this elf?"

Look, the main event has just begun.Gosmog let out a disdainful sneer, not concealing his malice at all: "Since our great hero is back, this piece of trash is naturally useless. Look at this small body, it's barely enough for the wolves to stuff their teeth. .”

As his words fell, the wolves crouching at the feet of Morgoth also became restless, their eyes with green glimmering eyes stared greedily at Maeglin, their mouths that could not hold back their thirst Saliva that exuded a stench was overflowing, wishing to pounce on Meglin in the next second and tear it in half. In a few minutes, these hungry wolves could gnaw a large living person until there was not much bone left.

"But of course, the loyal Lord Romimos must have objections, right?" Gothmog continued to mock.

Romimos still did not look at him, but looked at Morgoth.

"What do you think of this, Romimos?" asked Morgoth.

"I don't think it would be a good idea to kill him like this," said Romimoth, and Gothmog looked unsurprised. "This elf, one of the lords of Gondolin, and kin to Turgon, suddenly Turgon will certainly not sit idly by, and once Turgon discovers that his nephew has been captured by us, he will naturally think that we may learn the location of Gondolin from him, unless we can Take Gondolin down—but I think it will be difficult, for Gondolin is well fortified, and I have no objection to you attacking them with the largest and best army you can send—or there is no guarantee that they will not Give up Gondolin and flee elsewhere, as Ulmo has advised him, and if they flee to the sea, it will be much more difficult for us to destroy the Noldor."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Sauron asked.

Romimore paused: "We have to send him back to Gondolin. In order to prevent him from revealing my identity to Gondolin, his memory needs to be erased. This magic is not very difficult, as long as there is a little bit of wisdom. Ya can do it."

Goss, can't do magic, is implied to have no brains, can only be brutally beaten, and Mog thinks that if Romimus falls into his hands one day, he will tear the mouth of this bitch.

Morgoth ignored the open and secret fight between the two men, and just thought silently about Romimos' words.

Romimos was a little fox, and Morgoth knew it very well, and he could only trust three points of what she said. Sauron and Morgoth were also habitual liars, but Romimos What's more troublesome than them is that she is a person with a rather ambiguous position, and most of the time she may not have any position at all. Morgoth doesn't believe that Romimos has no intentions for him, but he doesn't think that Romimus Mimoth would go all in on the elves' side, which made it more complicated to tell what was true and what was nonsense in what she said.

Alas, sometimes it is so difficult to be a leader. The subordinates are either loyal but not clever enough, or they are too clever. A good subordinate like Sauron is really hard to find in a thousand years.

Morgoth looked sideways at Sauron and asked for his opinion with his eyes. Sauron pondered for a moment, then leaned to Morgoth's ear and whispered something to him.

……

Morgoth nodded.

"Then do as you say for the time being," said Morgoth to Romimus, while Gothmog made a voice of dissatisfaction and disbelief, "take this elf down and deal with it, and send him to Return to Gondolin. But I order you to report to me the location and course of Gondolin as soon as possible."

"Follow your instructions." Romemos saluted respectfully, pulled Meglin up from the ground with one hand, and dragged him away without turning his eyes.