[The Silmarillion] Romimus

"Where have you been hiding?!" Gosmog snarled at Romimus.

Gondolin's rebellion was more fierce than Gothmog had expected, and though they had severely wounded the elves, Angband's army suffered heavy casualties.We must know that in previous battles, the Balrogs were always known as the natural enemies of the elves, but in this battle, a large number of Balrogs were massacred, and the heads of orcs and goblins chopped off by the elves were tens of thousands.

Although Morgoth also sent many flame dragons, because of the bottleneck of Romimos's research, those things so far are just huge but cumbersome four-legged snakes, temporarily trapped by the natural and steep terrain of Gondolin , stopped at the foot of the mountain and could not come up for reinforcements.

And just when Gothmog was in a state of desperation, Romimos appeared in front of him leisurely, holding a few fresh strawberries in his hands—that was originally prepared for the ceremony of the Summer Gate Yes, of course no one but Romimoth has time for them now--and then you will not fail to understand why Gothmog is so angry when he sees Romimoth.

"I went to Maeglin's side to have a look." Romemos licked the bright red juice from his lips, "He is too impatient, he could have pretended for a while longer, but now there are probably no elves who don't know what he is doing now. I have pledged allegiance to Lord Melkor. In other words, according to the plan, shouldn’t you cooperate with him to take down Gondolin in one fell swoop? Why are you still here?”

Gothmog was pissed with rage—literally: "And you? What have you done but talk?"

"What do I need to do? What I should do was done a year ago. As for bringing down Gondolin, isn't it your task? What does it have to do with me?" Romimos didn't care.

"Oh, is that so?" Gothmog suppressed his anger and let out a heavy breath, "I will pass on your words to Lord Melkor after I go back."

You know how to sue, you are not naive!Romemos cursed inwardly.

Obviously, even though Romimos is not thinking about how to break up with Angband for a moment, as long as she is still under Melkor in name, she will devote herself to Angband and do her best - at least on the surface. It seems so.

"It's not that I don't want to help, but you also know that I don't know anything about the matter of sieging cities and looting ponds. I really have more than I can do." Romimos forced a smirk, "But if you have anything Where I can be used, just say it, how can I just ignore everything that is helpful to Lord Melkor?"

Gothmog looked down on Romimos, a villain who changed his face like a book, and snorted contemptuously: "It's not that I just learned about your useless things for a day or two, so don't hold me back. Thank you, how dare I ask you to help?"

Although he tried his best to ridicule Romimos, Gothmog really has nothing to do now. The stalemate between the elves and the Balrog forced him to fight in person, and Meglin was not there at this time. Traces, pinch fingers, Angband's side is barely qualified to lead the overall situation, but there is only one "useless" Romimus, how can Gothmog not be annoyed?

However, forced by the situation, no matter how reluctant in his heart, Gothmog could only tell her after hurting Romimus unceremoniously: "Now I will send part of the army to drag those elf scum head-on, and the rest Then I will lead them from the east to go around behind them, attacking from both sides. As for you, I don't expect your useless head, which is nothing but a little cleverness, to really help you. You can stay outside the city. Commander Yamashita hasn't come up yet. If you can do this well, the previous relationship between the two of us will be wiped out! But if you miss it, I will wring your head off and feed it to the wolves!"

I've never seen someone so arrogant about asking for help, as if anyone cares about getting along with you, Romemos rolled his eyes.

The moment Erendil was thrown out, Idril's lips completely lost color, she stared blankly at Erendil's body lying motionless by the wall, disheartened, even Meglin When she forcibly dragged away, she no longer resisted, and she really didn't have the strength to resist.

However, Tull arrived at this time, and Meglin was helpless in front of his anger, and was pulled away from Idril by Tull's arm in an instant, and the two fought fiercely.

And Idril didn't even care about the duel between her husband and Maeglin. She walked to Elendil in a daze, knelt down and picked up her son. Elendil's eyes were tightly closed, and he lay quietly on Idril. In Drew's arms, his face was pale, but his body was still warm. Idris was stunned, and carefully stretched out her hand to touch Erendil's nose. Suddenly, her heart beat violently again— — Elendil is still breathing, and her son is not dead yet!

It was nothing short of a miracle!Idril didn't dare to hope that Elendil would survive, because he fell into the hands of Romimos!That cruel and vicious Maier who assisted Morgoth in destroying the Two Sacred Trees!

"Elan?" Idril held her breath and whispered hopefully.

Elendil frowned, as if he was having a nightmare, but fortunately, he woke up under the call of his mother after a while, and smiled weakly at Idril: "Mummy..."

Idriel was overjoyed, tears fell down, choked up and unable to speak.

"I had a very real nightmare." Elendil whispered, coughing twice, "I dreamed that Sister Lan Wen was choking my neck and hitting my head against the wall... Mommy , Is that a dream? My head really hurts now..."

Idril bowed his head in silence, and only stretched out his hand to rub Elendil's head. When he touched a slightly swollen place, Erendil let out a cry. It seemed that there was a swelling on his head. In addition, the face and hands were scratched, and there were probably a few bruises on the body, but fortunately, it was not a serious injury.

On the other side, Tur, who was angry, lifted Meglin and threw him off the city wall. He hurried over to check on his wife and son, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that both of them were fine.He came a step too late and didn't see the terrifying fangs of "Lan Wen" hidden under the disguise. He only thought that what happened to Idril and Erendil just now was all done by Meglin, and he cursed each other for a long time angrily. Then, after instructing the people around Idril to protect them, they rushed to the battlefield without stopping.

Although Idril was worried, she forced herself to stay inside the house at first, listening to the shouts of killing outside with fear. This situation continued until the tower of the royal city collapsed. The king of Gondolin and her father When the news of Turgon's fall came, she was so shocked and sad that she ran out desperately, and was driven mad by what she saw outside.

Idril was so immersed in the pain of the country's destruction and family destruction that she almost fainted. She even forgot how dangerous her surroundings were for a moment. She didn't wake up until the guards shouted for her desperately. The half-orcs in the cave had already spotted her and rushed towards her brandishing their swords. At this time, the guards were still some distance away from her, and there were not enough numbers to fight against the Orcs.

At the critical moment, two feathered arrows flew towards Idril, and the orcs closest to Idril fell down. The elves of the Holy Tree family led by "Sharp Eye" Legolas arrived in time to fight those orcs. into a ball.

"Princess." Legolas rushed to Idril's side, hesitant to speak, "Your Majesty and Lord Exilion..."

Idriel stared at him blankly, two lines of clear tears poured out of her eyes.

"My condolences." Legolas sighed, "But the situation is critical now, and you are our last hope. Please take the people who are still alive in the city and escape as soon as possible. I and others will escort you. Lord Er, they will come immediately afterward."

Idril wiped away her tears. Although she was still suffering from the loss of her father and Gondolin, she quickly regained her calmness and rationality at this critical juncture, and her eyes naturally showed that she was The nobleness and tenacity of Princess Noldo drew out the sword at her waist, "I know."

And when the elves of Gondolin were fighting with the Balrog and the orcs, Romimus was not in the city, but went to command the fire dragons at the foot of the mountain to climb up. There was no other choice, but it turned out that Romimos was probably the best person for the job, and although she had no talent or experience in commanding troops, she was better than all the other orcs and flames. Mogoth, including Gothmog, is more familiar with fire dragons, things made by Morgoth. She also knows every road leading to the mountain. She knows where the rocks are hard enough to support the bodies of these cumbersome things. Know what cracks they can squeeze through, which rivers they can wade, which way will save their strength and energy--these things lose their strength when they are too long away from the source of Morgoth's fire.Under her command, although it took a lot of effort, all the first fire dragons and hundreds of Balrogs on their backs were sent up the mountain by Romimos.

Fighting is really tiring, next time she won't get involved in such a thing to join in the fun.Romemos wiped the sweat from his brow, and just as he was about to take a breath, a half-orc soldier hurried towards her: "Report, my lord—"

Romimos let out a long sigh, and couldn't stop for a moment, and said angrily, "What's wrong?"

"Lord Gothmog died in battle in Gondolin, what should we do next, please give me your instructions?"

Romimos didn't react for a while, and was stunned for a long time: "Who do you say is dead? Gothmog?"

There is still the second half of the sentence left unanswered: Is it the Gothmog I know?

As for Gothmog, although Romimos and him disliked each other, it was not once or twice that Romimos and his simple mind were damaged in various ways, but even so, Romimos had to admit that if Let alone her, even Sauron and even Morgoth may not be able to defeat Gothmog. You must know that the two High Kings of the Noldor died at the hands of this guy. And the scene between Morgoth and Fingolfin... Well, Angband himself has no face to brag about, who dares to mention that in front of Morgoth, isn't it a courting death?

I never expected that this kid would be here!

As a superficial comrade-in-arms, instead of being heartbroken, Romimos almost laughed out loud.

Calling you a cowardly pretense, have you played it off?

Of course, the schadenfreude in my heart is the schadenfreude, but I can't show it on my face. Romimos' expression tightened, and he said in astonishment: "How is this possible? Who can kill the 'Lord of the Fire Demon'?! Is it Turgon?"

"No, that elf king on the opposite side is vulnerable. We smashed down his tower and crushed him to pieces." The half-orc soldier shook his head and said triumphantly.

Turgon is also dead... Romimos pursed his lips: "Then, the white feather lord Tur—the human with the white hair on his head—killed him?"

"No, no, that human is not worth mentioning. Lord Gothmog could have killed him at first, but an elf lord popped out of nowhere, and despicably dragged Lord Gothmog into the fountain , even so, Lord Gosmog did not let him go, and in the end the two of them died together."

"The elf lord? Which elf lord?! Is it the one with blond hair and a handsome face?!"

The little soldier was stunned for a few seconds: "No...not...he has black hair, and he looks extremely ugly..."

"Sargant of the Harp family?" Romimos raised her eyebrows. She thought that man would not have the guts to come out. Didn't she expect him to be so brave?

"I... I don't know very well," the orc soldier wondered, "but the elves of that family were still playing the flute during the battle, so it might be from the harp family."

...Oh, it's Exilion.I'm sorry, Sargante, for overestimating you, and to be honest, you're not "ugly ugly" yet.

"Since Gothmog is dead, Maeglin should be in command of the next battle, right? What do you want me for?" Romimos asked.

The little soldier blinked stupidly for a few times before stammering: "But Lord Maeglin... died in front of Lord Gothmog..."

This time Romemos couldn't laugh anymore.

"What?" Her reaction was exactly the same as when she heard that Gothmog died in battle, but it was colder than before, and she couldn't even see the slightest emotional fluctuation. "How did he die?"

"This time it was the human being. Lord Meglin fought with him on the city wall, but he threw him off the wall."

"Tur..." Romimos murmured, a moment of anger swept her whole body, and she even regretted why she had softened her heart for a while and didn't simply strangle Elendil to death. Exilion stepped back, "Where is he now?! Now that Turgon is dead, why are you still hesitating? Didn't Lord Melkor give an order long ago that all stubborn resisters should be killed immediately?! "

Of course, Romimos’s anger was unreasonable. How could there be such a thing in the world—you betrayed your own siblings, causing their families to be ruined, and you tried to occupy other people’s wives and kill that person’s son. Killing is still full of resentment, isn't this shameless?

But if everything is done according to "reason", then Romemus has spent hundreds of years in Angband in vain, not to mention how can she be a reasonable person in the first place?If you kill someone I don't want to die, then I will be angry, regardless of whether this person should have been killed in the first place.

"We really wanted to do this," said the little soldier, "but those elves...they disappeared from the city."

"Disappear?" Romimos froze for a moment, "How to disappear?"

"We... some of them felt that even the Elven King was killed by us, so they were negligent for a while, celebrated for a while, and somehow they couldn't find anyone..." The half-orc was in Luomimo With his increasingly gloomy eyes watching, his voice became smaller and smaller, and flatteringly took out a gold jewelry looted from Gondolin from his body, "Lord Romimos, look at this, it must be worth a lot of money , a small meaning, not a respect."

"This kind of second-rate stuff that can be seen everywhere, I need you to bring it to me to offer treasures?!" Romimos took it over, threw it away without even looking at it, and scolded the soldier, "What a bunch of people!" Trash, everything I can think of, didn't Gothmog tell you to guard all the gates of Gondolin? Not even a single elf is allowed to go out?!"

"That's what we do." The little soldier yelled aggrievedly, "We also think that all the doors are guarded, and those elves can't fly out even if they have wings, and it's just a matter of time before they are all killed, so this... That's why... who would have thought that those elves disappeared as if they had disappeared out of thin air."

"Are you sure? No elves escaped from all the city gates?" Romimos was taken aback.

"My lord, I dare not lie to you." Xiao Bing said, "It's hard to tell the situation in the city, because we have a fire dragon that was also put into their fountain by those elves, and it was full of water vapor inside. It's too clear. But there is absolutely no elf outside the city that can escape."

Romimos lowered his head and pondered for a while, then sneered in his heart: "Good Idril, you finally left a way out for Gondolin, and you kept it a secret."

However, it is still unclear who will win the game.

"Don't worry, they can't escape." Romimos said firmly.

"You already know where they fled to?" the Oak soldier asked in surprise.

Romemos ignored it, raised her head and looked far to the north. On her hand, a ring was shining slightly.