[The Silmarillion] Romimus

With a creak, a long-lost light finally came through the crack of the door in the huge and silent hall.

An unusually tall figure "floats" in first, the reason for saying this is because the person is covered from head to toe in a pure black robe, you can hardly distinguish his walking movements, and you can't hear him walking Or the slightest sound of breathing, only the faint rustle of the cloth of the robes against the ground would prove that the man was not a phantom.

Then another person poked her head in from outside the door. Judging from her appearance, she was a young woman. She followed the man in and closed the door according to the instructions. The darkness from the shop made her narrow her eyes impatiently. , I can't wait to light up the light on my fingertips.

The man silently took out two lanterns, and the warm yellow light from the woman's fingertips flew in, instantly igniting a cluster of faint blue flames, and the glass lampshade closed with a crisp clicking sound.

The woman took off the black hood on her head. Although she had restrained herself somewhat, the curiosity and excitement on her face were still difficult to completely conceal. When she looked up, her eyes burst out with amazement.

"Master Wei Rui made these up?" She looked enviously at the colorful brocades hanging on the walls and pillars, "Can I..."

"It's okay, you can take a closer look." Mandos's voice was as loud as a bell in the empty lobby, but compared with other Valar, his voice was extraordinarily solemn and cold.

"This is the establishment and formation of Asia... This is the ocean of Lord Ulmo, the mountains of Lord Auri, the forest of Lord Orome... Ah, and the stars of Lord Varda." Romimos was intoxicated Appreciating the vivid embroidery, he sighed when he saw Melko knocking down the giant lamp, but immediately got up and turned to the other side, "Then this side is after coming to Aman Island..."

Mandos turned a deaf ear to Romimos's noise, went straight to the end of each piece of brocade, took out from his arms the latest work that Wei Rui had compiled and handed over to him, and slowly unfolded it.

"Wow, is this one about the process of Lord Yavanna creating the Two Sacred Trees with her singing?" As a result, that annoying little Maia kept following her.

"Have you read all the previous brocades?" Mandos said with a blank expression.

"No hurry. Do you want to hang this up? Let me help you." Romimos looked doggy.

It's a pity that the other party is the most impartial and selfless Mandos who doesn't like this at all.

Mandos stared at Romemos for a while, and actually handed her the tapestry: "Since you have the heart, let you make it."

Romemos took it graciously, looked up, and smiled awkwardly on his face.

"Master Namu, that... do you have a ladder here?"

Mandos looked down at Romimos, until Romimos was so frightened that he was about to cry, then he took the brocade back again, and taught him a lesson: "Before doing something next time, remember to do what you can." OK."

Inexplicably feeling ridiculed, Romemos fell to the bottom of his mood.

Blame me for not even a stool in a room as big as yours?

"In addition, it is taboo to slander others if you are dissatisfied without speaking out." Mandos's cold voice sounded again, startling Romimos. Heart.

"Yes, I have been taught."

Mandos nodded lightly: "You can do what you want to do. After hanging up this brocade, it's time for the two of us to leave."

"Huh?" Romimos was taken aback for a moment, and then he was overjoyed, "Can I do whatever I want?"

Mandos frowned slightly: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to see what 'death' is." Romimos looked up at Mandos eagerly, "Is that okay, Lord Namu?"

"'Death' does not exist in Yiya now." Mandos replied, "until Yiru's children are born, 'Death' will come with them in Yiya at that time."

Romemos was a little disappointed, but he still didn't give up: "Even if you can't see it with your own eyes, what exactly is 'death', my lord?"

Mandos pondered for a long time before whispering: "...Death, for Yiru's children, means the complete separation of the soul from the body."

Romemos didn't understand what he meant: "It's nothing."

"No, unlike you and me, for the children of Yiru, if you want to exist in most places in Yiya, a material body is necessary."

"Then after they die, will their souls come to you?"

"Exactly."

"Then what? They don't need a body anymore?"

"I will judge him according to what he said during his lifetime, and Yiru's firstborn child may have the opportunity to reshape his identity."

Romemos sensed something was wrong: "Can the firstborn be born again? What about Yiru's secondborn?"

"It's like preparing another fate, a gift, for His secondary children. After the secondary children die, their souls will leave Yiya and go outside the world to meet the real 'death'."

"What does that mean?" Romimos asked in a daze, "Where did they leave Yiya?"

Mandos was silent for a moment: "... As if this point has not been revealed, even if I know it, I still need to keep silent about it."

Romimos was shocked: "That is to say, they will never come back again? It is impossible for the living to see the dead again?"

"Yes."

What kind of gift is this?Romemos was very puzzled: "Then what if some secondary children don't want to leave?"

"This is Yiru's will, and no one can defy it." Mandos's voice suddenly became more severe than ever.Romimos actually still had a lot of doubts, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

She looked at Wei Rui's brocade silently again, but all kinds of feelings came to her heart, and she no longer had the excitement she had when she first came in.

Romimos woke up from the dream and slowly sat up while holding his forehead.

...Why did she suddenly dream about the time when she first went to Mandos?

die.Romimos read it silently, the tip of his tongue brushed his upper teeth, and the warm air between his lips and teeth melted into the cold air in Angband that always smelled of blood.

As a result, until she rebelled against Aman Continent, she still didn't know much about death.According to what Mandos taught her, death is not a terrible thing. For the elves, they have the opportunity to be reborn, and even to be purified, to wash away the burden left by the long years on their bodies; Not to mention human beings, they should almost be grateful that they can really 'die'.

However, what Romimos saw with his own eyes when he came to Middle-earth was quite different from this. Whether it was elves or humans, almost everyone was full of fear of death and avoided it, not to mention accepting death happily. This is especially true for humans.

Romimos felt that she could understand human beings' aversion and fear of death, because she herself was thankful more than once that she was not a human being.She doesn't want to leave Arda at all. There are so many things she doesn't understand here, and so many things she wants to explore and pursue. She is so curious about what the world will become in 100 years, 1000 years, and countless epochs. What does it look like.

As for human beings, they can't see all these things, and what's more terrible is that their lifespan is only a few hundred or even a few decades.

This is also the reason why Romimos felt pity for Hurin for a moment during the Battle of Tears, besides being moved by his bravery.A human hero, once dead, is truly dead, and has since disappeared from the world, never to be seen again.

Then Romimus suddenly realized that even though Glorfindel was an elf, it was also a farewell to her.

She had no doubt at all that Glorfindel could be reborn from Mandos, he was well worth it, it was only a matter of time before he would return to Valinor, where he had always dreamed, and be loved and respected as much as he had been before , after rebirth, it must only increase but not decrease, but that has nothing to do with her, for her, Glorfindel is really dead.

Romemos stared blankly for a while, and the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red without any warning.This is really evil, Glorfindel has been dead for more than ten years, and she never shed a tear every time she talked about it in front of other people in Angband. Who would have thought that such an ordinary morning would be hypocritical? up.

"Lord Romimos." A crow croaked and landed on the window sill, interrupting Romimoth's grief. "Lord Melkor sent you to meet him."

Since Romimoth betrayed the Valar, most of the birds--the servants of Manwë--have been at odds with her.But just like people, different birds have different personalities. Some are as docile as doves, and others are not so docile. Crows are a typical representative of them. They will make plans for themselves, but their relationship with Romemos has always been good. This was the case in Aman Continent, and it is also one of the few birds in Middle Earth that is willing to communicate with her and help each other.

"When? What exactly is it?"

"Naturally, the sooner the better, there is no clear indication of what happened."

Romimos couldn't help making a sad face.

Not to mention that she also knew what the other party was looking for her for, but it was nothing more than scolding her for not getting the winged dragon out yet.She also thought about it, but how can something as big as a mountain be so easy to handle? In fact, she has successfully created several small flying dragons ranging in size from magpies to giant eagles. In a fit of rage, she couldn't help but throw all her little ones into the stove and reshape them, which made Romimos feel bad, alas, just thinking about it makes me sad.

Romimos walked with heavy steps, while lowering her head, thinking about what kind of excuses she would find to persuade Morgoth to give her more time (although in fact she felt that more time would be useless), but there was still a long way to go before the destination. After a long distance, an earth-shattering roar suddenly came from a distance, and the resulting air current almost knocked Romimos to the ground.

Romimos looked up in astonishment, and there were shadows everywhere. An indescribable monster stared at her with red eyes, and its huge black wings almost covered the sky.

"You are too slow." Melkor stood on the forehead of the giant beast, looking at Romimos arrogantly.

Although it was a reproachful tone, Melko was actually not angry, and seemed to be in a good mood.

But Romimos didn't even care about judging the other party's mood at this moment. She looked at the giant dragon without blinking her eyes for more than a minute, and after a long while, she managed to stumble out a sentence: "You , It...can it fly?"

Melko raised his eyebrows and sneered coldly: "What do you think?"

Romemos was still in a daze, unable to speak.

Since Melkor said so, it is obviously possible, otherwise, what is the point of trying to create a dragon that looks like it can fly but can't?Feast your eyes?

But...how is this possible?She has done so many calculations and experiments for more than ten years, but she still can't figure it out. In fact, Romimos thinks that even if Manwe came in person, he would not be able to create such a huge dragon.

Melkor saw Romimos' suspicion, and snorted, "Well, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you open your eyes. Ankaragang."

Following Melkor's order, the black dragon raised its neck and flapped its wings twice. The gust of wind made Romimos almost unsteady, and then it seemed like a mountain disappeared from his eyes. Ankara just Soaring into the sky, it flew high in the sky in a short while. Although Romemos had excellent eyesight, he had to squint to see a black outline clearly, which was conservatively estimated to be at least tens of thousands of feet high.

After hovering in the air for a few times, Ankara swooped down again, rapidly changing from small to large like a meteorite, and finally landed on the ground with a bang. Staggered and sat on the ground, she suspected that the whole of Middle-earth would feel the movement like an earthquake.

"How?" Melkor seemed very satisfied with Romimos' stunned look.

Romemos blinked, and finally came back to his senses after a long time.

"This, this is simply unbelievable!" She ran forward excitedly, carefully poking Ankaragang's scales with her fingers, "My lord, you are really omnipotent! But how do you do it? Like this The level of weight requires an extremely strong body to withstand the force of flying, I tried many kinds of materials, but..."

"Even if I tell you, you won't be able to understand." Melkor said impatiently, "With your insignificant to negligible power, there is no hope of creating such a masterpiece in ten thousand years."

Romemos' face turned blue and then pale, she opened her mouth, but she dared not and could not refute.

The fact is that she has followed Manwe to study wind and air flow for thousands of years, but it is still not as good as what Melkor has made after more than ten years of research based on her most basic theories and guidance.It's even possible that Melkow wasn't trying to prevaricate her at all, but that the gap between her and the strongest one among the former mighty ones was really that big.

If Romimos can be regarded as a god in the eyes of elves and humans, then Melkor can also be said to be a kind of "god" to her. No matter how hard she tries to catch up, she will never be able to catch up.

Romimos looked at the monster that she thought could only exist in dreams, feeling indistinguishable in her heart, both unwilling and disappointed, but couldn't help being fascinated.

How could Melkor fail to see the smallness in Romimos's heart? He may not have known how absent-minded Romimos was in Angband all the time, but he turned a blind eye because he could not pose a substantial threat to him. Just close one eye.This time he specially called Romimos over, firstly, to frighten her with the absolute power gap; secondly, Melkor knew what was fatally attractive to Romimoth.

"Follow me, look up to me, and surrender to me." Melkor raised his chin high, "I will show you what the ultimate power is; my will will dominate the fate of Arda, instead of repeating the same old tune over and over again numbly." Melody of Iluvatar; I will set you free!"