[The Silmarillion] Romimus

There was silence in the dark hall, only sporadic fires trying to illuminate the surroundings, but it was almost a drop in the bucket.

"Lord Melkor, this is basically the case." In the empty hall, only the deep voice of Romimos could be heard, "We succeeded in killing Turgon, but some elves slipped away when we were not prepared. Well, I guess they were still suspicious of Meglin and me before, and secretly built a secret passage to escape outside, I didn’t know about it, this is my negligence, I’m very sorry.”

Melkor didn't speak immediately, he looked down at Romimos.Romemos was obviously nervous, and his voice trembled a little.

Still, that doesn't mean anything does it?The look in Melkor's eyes is enough to make any creature in front of him shudder, and the liver and gallbladder are split, not to mention that Romimos is indeed ineffective this time, so it is not surprising that he is afraid of being punished.

"You let me down, Romimos." After a long time, when Romimos was almost suffocated by Melkor's air pressure, the other party finally spoke, his voice was as cold as his own.

"What you're saying is that I have nothing to excuse myself, but if you'd give me another chance—"

"But I have always been very clear about rewards and punishments. Although this action does not fully satisfy me, I will see what you have done, and you will get what you deserve."

"Thank you for your kindness." Romimos bowed deeply.

"Back off." Mirko waved his hand impatiently, his anger still lingering, "You better remember the lesson from this time."

"Follow your instruction." Romimos bowed again, turned around and left as if fleeing.

Take the accent!As soon as he walked out of Melkor's hall, Romimos snorted in his heart. He tried every means to get close to her when he was in the prison of Mandos, and he refused to recognize anyone when he turned his face.

But this time it worked out—oh shit, not yet.

Romimos looked at Sauron who was obviously coming towards him, so he could only force himself to deal with this bastard who was to some extent even more difficult to deal with than Melkor.Although Melkor is more powerful and terrifying than Sauron, he is also more arrogant. Most of the time, he doesn't pay much attention to Romimos, let alone think that Romimos can pose any threat to him, while Sauron is Otherwise, his cunning is not inferior to that of his master at all, and he knows better than Melkor what a scumbag Romimos is.

"Luo Mi." No, there was still a long distance between the two, so Sauron called her.

Romimos had no choice but to go up to meet him: "Sauron, long time no see, don't be in trouble."

With the same fake smiles on their faces, the two couldn't exchange more hypocritical greetings.

"You have done a great job this time, Romi." Sauron half-truthfully congratulated Romimus, "It's a pity that Turgon's descendants escaped in the end."

"You're never polite when you poke someone's sore spot." Romemus complained, "I'm already very annoyed, but you have to carry the pot without opening it."

"I can't blame you, Luo Mi. I can only say that the surprise you gave us was too unexpected." Sauron paused, "so much so that I think you can be more impeccable."

"I'm sorry, I tried my best." Romimos lowered his eyebrows, "Maybe it's really limited ability, which disappointed Lord Melkor."

"Self-modesty will always be a quality you will never forget, Luo Mi." Sauron clearly disagreed, "But as I have always said, you are always too careful, obviously your ability is far beyond that."

Romemos knew that if the two of them went on in circles like this, she would never even think about going back tonight.

"From what you mean, do you suspect that I didn't do my best?" Romemos sneered, "Could it be that I discovered the secret passage but didn't tell you? Or do you think I turned a blind eye on purpose? One Eye let Turgon's spawn go? Why should I?"

Sauron was silent for a while.

He did once doubt whether Romemos was a spy sent by the Vala. Even the day before the news of the fall of Gondolin, he was still not at ease with Romemos, but now Gondolin was indeed captured. It was breached, and Turgon was confirmed to be dead. If this was a deliberate show to gain Melkor's trust, then the elves paid too much for it.

"I don't doubt your loyalty to Lord Melkor." Sauron narrowed his eyes slightly, but his tone was more gentle and harmless. "I'm just worried that you will feel bad."

Romemos frowned and looked at him: "Why?"

"Anyway, you spent hundreds of years with those elves in Gondolin, so I wouldn't be surprised if you developed some feelings for them." Sauron opened his eyes and said as if he was very understanding. Nonsense, "I know you're a very emotional person."

Romimos was annoyed by his appearance of pretending to be a confidant elder sister even though he was full of bad water. The most hateful thing was that he was right, um... half of it.

"I don't know why you think so," she said coldly, "Since I am lurking in with the purpose of breaking Gondolin, in my eyes those elves have already entered Mandos with one leg. The dead, how can you bother to have feelings for them?"

"Really? If you really think so." Sauron's expression was not very convinced, but Romimos felt a thorn in his back from his seemingly glamorous and easy-going appearance, like a cold snake hissing at the back of her neck. Spit out the letter, "You stayed in Gondolin for hundreds of years, and you didn't send back a single word, until we captured Maeglin, and you appeared in half a day, which is also called not caring about the life and death of those elves. ?”

"You want to bring this old matter to me again? Didn't I explain it to Lord Melkor? It's because Maeglin is Turgon's nephew, and her rash disappearance will definitely attract the attention of others. In Gondo Maeglin in the forest is indeed close to me, and Turgon may not find me by then."

"If that's the case, it's all right, except for Maeglin? I asked Maeglin about your situation in Gondolin, and he said that you were on good terms with many people. Turgon and his daughter, Several lords of Gondolin seem to have treated you kindly, especially—if I remember correctly—Glorfin..."

"Glorfindel, lord of the Golden Flower of Gondolin." Romimus interrupted Sauron before he could say his full name. "Isn't this nonsense? He was the one who brought me back to Gondolin. Yes, I spent the longest time with him, so it's strange to be indifferent to him? Besides, he's dead, what do you mean by bringing him up again?"

"Oh?" Sauron opened his eyes slightly, this time his surprised expression didn't look like a fake, "He's dead already?"

That being said, Romimos didn't believe it when he first heard the news.

It's a pity that Thorondo didn't seem to find anything wrong with the ring on Glorfindel's body, or he didn't notice this gadget at all. Everything on him was snatched away, and without realizing it, he and the escaped Gondolin were exposed.

Fortunately, it was not someone else but Romimos who found out about this matter. Since she had already let him go, she wouldn't go back on her half-way and chase after her to wipe them out.

During the three days when Angband reveled and plundered in Gondolin, Romimoth stayed quietly in the corner, ignoring their behavior, but quietly followed Ge Location of Lofindel.

At the beginning, she could feel the ring falling into the abyss, and then suddenly rose into the air after a while. It must be that Thorondo found Glorfindel and brought him up, so Romimos thought There was hope again that maybe he was still alive.

Thorondo flew Glorfindel for a certain distance, and then stopped, where the ring did not move for a long time, Romimoth's heart rose again, but then she comforted herself Maybe Glorfindel had just passed out, or maybe he had finally remembered that there was something dangerous about him and dropped the ring.

But then the ring moved again, and the direction and timing of the movement were quite regular, as if it had been snatched away by some bird or beast. Romimus became happy again, thinking that Glorfindel must have survived up.

In a few days, however, the news of Glorfindel's sacrifice was carried by the birds, first through Gondolin and the neighboring valleys.

Romimos scoffed at first, but gradually the news spread more and more widely, and the sadness and lamentation in the songs and poems sung by those elves were so realistic, which made Romimos restless. Melkor slipped out of Angband when he was not looking.

She went straight to the direction indicated by the ring, but to her surprise, Romimos did not find Glorfindel, but Idril Celebrindal.

Idril did not find Romimos, who was sitting quietly by the stream washing her hair. It had been a few days since she had seen her. Her haggardness was shocking, but it did not detract from her beauty in the slightest.

But Romemos was not in the mood to appreciate this scene anymore, her brain buzzed and became a mess.

How is this possible?Glorfindel already knew the function of that ring, so it was impossible to transfer it to Idril, or Idril took the ring without Glorfindel's permission, but this is not what she would have done at all. What to do!

Unless...unless she no longer had Glorfindel's permission.

Romemos didn't dare to think too much, and quickly turned around and ran away.

She hurried to the spot where the ring had stopped moving for a moment, not far from where Glorfindel had fallen off the cliff.As soon as Romemus arrived there, he suddenly saw a stone cairn standing there.

Romemus turned around and left.

That night, her dream was filled with the bitter and salty taste of the sea water and the long, sharp cry of the goshawk that could almost tear the sky, both of which were disgusting.

On the second day, Romemos always suspected that she was wrong in that glance, so she couldn't hold back and sneaked past again. This time, she wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but the annoying Sorondor kept circling in the sky. Romimos almost fell on the paw of that stupid bird twice, so he didn't dare to go there, so he hid in the distance and looked there helplessly, frowning as if the stone had some deep hatred for her.

She has read and recognized the words on the stone tablet only a few hundred times, G... Luo... Fen..., word for word.It's all Tour's fault. Usually, he writes like a dragon, so why can't his handwriting be more scribbled now?

After putting all the blame on the innocent Tull, Romemus left angrily.

So Romimus knew about Glorfindel's death.

But when Sauron asked, she suddenly became a little uncertain again.

Glorfindel really dead?

Romimos' eyes were dazed for a moment, as if he was just waking up from a dream, he was stunned for a few seconds as he couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality, and then he looked at Sauron sarcastically, and affirmed: "Yes, he is dead. Are you satisfied?"

Sauron looked innocent: "Look at what you said, Luo Mi, as if I wish the elf died."

"You haven't?"

"That's because he is our enemy, not because there is any sworn feud between me and him. I even just learned his name a few days ago." Sauron said, "You are different, Luo Fan, you have stayed with Vera and the elves for too long. Even if you raise a dog and kill them, there will be people who will not give up. Even if you really show mercy to those elves, I will not blame you. I am Worried about you, Luo Mi, how dazzling you are who dared to abandon everything and give it a go, and redundant emotions will blunt your vigor, making you indecisive, and have many worries about what to do. I really don’t want to see That kind of thing happened. Do you still remember the purpose of following Lord Melkor to Middle-earth at all costs?"

Romimos bowed his head and was silent for a while before replying: "...I never forgot."

"I believe in you." Sauron hugged her shoulder affectionately, "You did a good job this time, Luo Mi."