[The Silmarillion] Romimus

The "Valentine's Day" to express your heart is finally coming. The air in Baicheng seems to be filled with a sweet smell. The women gather in groups, full of hope and nervousness, whispering that they are the sweetheart Prepared gifts, if the person you like happens to pass by not far away, you will inevitably shut up immediately, and your cheeks will instantly turn red; and men think different things, it is of course very rewarding to receive multiple gifts. It's a matter of face, but is there any part of it that you want most?If not, who did the girl give the gift to?There are those who are uneasy, and naturally there are those who are as stable as Mount Tai, and have even begun to think about what to prepare in return.

And in such a restless atmosphere, our Prince Aragorn is still struggling with his history class.

"Your Highness." Antonia looked up at Aragorn, "This is the fifth time you have lost your mind in my class today."

"Sorry, Miss Antonia, it's all my fault." Aragorn regained his composure and defended innocently, "But you also know that tomorrow is a holiday."

"Do you have a girl you like?"

"……not yet."

"Then I don't see what this festival has to do with you, Your Highness." Antonia looked at the lesson plan again, "Obviously you are just acting like a baby to get a holiday from me."

Aragorn hung his head listlessly.

Antonia sighed: "I'm just worried that this will happen, so I want to save this news until the end of get out of class. Your Highness, I have to go out tomorrow."

"Long live Miss Antonia!" Aragorn cheered, almost knocking the books on the table to the ground.

"I wouldn't be happy so early if I were you, Estelle." Glorfindel said, looking into Antonia's face, "You'd better hear her finish."

"Lord Glorfindel really understands me." Antonia glanced at the other party, then looked at Aragorn, "Don't miss me too much, Your Highness, although I am not in Minas Tiris, I left you two Please choose one of these topics and write an article with no less than [-] words, and by the way, if you write in Elvish, I will give you extra points."

"You must be joking, right?" Aragorn laughed dryly, "You are such a kind person, you wouldn't be so cruel to make me lose one hand in one day, and Even so, I can't finish writing!"

"Of course it's not a day's homework. Did I forget to say that? I'll be away for a month this time."

"How long?" Aragorn and Glorfindel said in unison.

"You heard me right, and I'm not joking, for a whole month."

"Wait, so you are going out, do you really have something to do?" Aragorn asked in a daze.

"Of course, otherwise, why do you think I need to lie to you about this?" Antonia frowned. "Because of that stupid Valentine's Day?"

"I thought... yes." Aragorn's voice weakened.

Antonia let out a disapproving sneer from her nose: "This kind of childish activity will never have anything to do with me."

"Actually, I've wanted to ask you something for a long time." Aragorn boldly asked, "How old are you?"

"That's a good question," Glorfindel said softly.

However, in the end Aragorn still failed to get the answer.

He didn't want two more papers.

"But you are away for such a long time, what about our class?" Aragorn asked.After all, he is still a good student who is diligent and studious. Although he occasionally has the idea of ​​taking a lazy day, if he doesn't go to class for a month, he still feels a little fuzzy.

"Ah, did you think we were going to suspend classes for a month? Don't worry, how could I let this happen?" Antonia smiled.

Aragorn quickly repented, and he still needs a month's vacation.

However, there was no turning back, and Antonia continued softly and delicately: "Your Majesty and His Highness Gilleen have found a suitable person to take this month's class for me."

"Then tomorrow..." Aragorn looked desperate.

"Of course classes will continue as usual. Did I say there would be a holiday?"

"I think after you, it would be a waste of time for me to take anyone else's class..." Aragorn had a serious face.

"You don't even know who the other party is."

"It doesn't matter at all! There is no better teacher than you!" Aragorn was still dying, but in the end he was still defeated by Antonia's half-smile expression, dejected, "Okay, then who will come?" Take lessons for you? Listen to what you mean, should I know that person?"

"Yes. I've had concerns about what you're talking about. Anyway, I've been teaching you literature and history for ten years, if I'm not replaced by some idiot with a mind full of subjective ideas or who just reads the book. Trash, I'd rather you didn't learn anything this month."

"And I'd rather all the historians in White City be idiots and useless in this month." Aragorn muttered with the smallest volume.

"It's hard to compare those people to yourself, Antonia," Glorfindel interjected, "It's been thousands of years for humans, and most people can only pass some It is inevitable that there will be distortions in understanding the past through vague or incomplete historical records, or even word of mouth.”

"What you are saying is that I am too harsh for ordinary people. But fortunately, we have a person here who knows almost all the major events in the past and has personally experienced them." Antonia said.

Aragorn and Glorfindel looked at each other for a few seconds.

"You mean..." Aragorn glanced at Glorfindel, and Antonia acquiesced.

"If you want me to help, shouldn't you discuss it with me in advance, Antonia?" Glorfindel said helplessly.

"That's not what I meant. It was instructed by His Majesty Arathorn and Gillean." Antonia blinked innocently.

She just "unintentionally" said in front of those two people that in the name of longevity, the whole of Baicheng, except for her, might be able to listen to the history told by Glorfindel.

"He seems to be happy again." After Aragorn left the get out of class, Glorfindel said, looking at the excited back of the boy, "I thought he would hate tomorrow's class so much that everyone except him was on the street What about the carnival. Are you really trying to sabotage my relationship with Estelle?"

"He is a magnanimous and good boy who never holds grudges, and he likes to stay with you. Lord Golden Flower is a hero and idol in the hearts of all boys of this age." Romimos said as he tidied up his things .

"Are you complimenting me?" Glorfindel squinted at her.

"Just stating the facts. I have been his history teacher for ten years, and you have only been in Gondor for more than half a year. In his heart, your status will soon surpass mine."

"Wow, are you jealous?"

"Maybe a little? But it's not unexpected." Romemos closed the window and carefully confirmed the lock, "Even if you stand there and do nothing, it's enough to make everyone like you—— I repeat I'm just stating an objective fact that most people agree with, I admit I get jealous of you sometimes, it's so hard for me to be likable."

Glorfindel sighed: "It's not that exaggerated. Estel may indeed admire me, because I'm quite famous in Middle-earth, but you are by no means just an ordinary history teacher in his heart. "

"You don't understand my point. If I want to, of course I can make others like me, just like in Gondolin, or in Númenor. People who are sought after by thousands of people and who are crazy about me will definitely Ten times more than your admirers." Romemos raised the corner of his mouth, "But have you noticed the difference? For you, the more others understand you, the more they will love you; but for me The way to get other people's attention is just the opposite, which is to try not to let others see through me and only see what they want to see. Io likes the way I inspire him and be in his control; Lun likes me like a piece of his work that has been sculpted a little bit beyond recognition; Farathon likes how I am noble and inviolable but still submits to his monstrous power; you like that beautiful and obedient girl back then ;Aragorn loves only that learned and demure female teacher."

"You can't blame this on other people!" Glorfindel said angrily. "You yourself never let anyone know what you really are."

"Ha, how lightly you say that, as if someone would like me if I just showed myself. But who likes a selfish liar, a demented madman, a queer witch, a wavering coward, What about the arrogant and overconfident daydreamer, the rebellious blasphemer, and the sinner with blood on his hands?" Romimos shrugged, "I don't blame anyone, I mean, Glorfindel, I Sometimes I really envy you who shine like you, but not everyone is like you, for me, it’s not easy to hide how bad I am.”

Glorfindel was silent for more than ten seconds.

"If you deliberately want to gain sympathy, that's enough." He said bluntly, "I won't be fooled by you again."

"Ah, did you see all of this?" Sure enough, Romemos' tone changed instantly, and he sighed regretfully, "You are really getting harder and harder to deceive."

"I'll take it as a compliment."

"Then let's get down to business." Romemos cleared his throat and turned serious, "I'm leaving for a month—"

"Where are you going?" Glorfindel asked subconsciously.

"To realize my plan to conquer the world, are you satisfied?" Romemos rolled his eyes, "Vera is just as worried as you about whether I will do something wrong when I return to Middle-earth, so I have to go to Kuku every year. Rumo reported my situation for the past year. In previous years, if Oloin was near Gondor, he would pick me up and go to Isengard, but this year he has gone somewhere, and he will probably not be able to come back soon. I can only rush over by myself. But although Vera agreed with me to return to Middle Earth, just in case all my mana was restricted, now I am no different from ordinary humans except that I will not age, that is to say, I am now I can only go so far on horseback and on foot. You also know that my horseback riding skills are average. In order to ensure that I come back on time, I set aside a few more days to come out, so I left a little longer. How, are you relieved now? ?”

"...I'm not interrogating you." You don't have to be like a cat with a blown hair.Glorfindel swallowed the last part of the sentence, "If it's not convenient for you, I can accompany you."

"Oh, thank you, I'm flattered." Romimos stared at him with wide eyes. "There's only one question. You're not planning to kill people halfway, are you?"

Glorfindel got up and left.

He has never seen a more ignorant person than this!

"Wait, wait a minute!" Romimos hurriedly chased after him, "I haven't finished my sentence yet."

If you have nothing to do but lie and make people angry, then you better shut up.

Despite the slander in his heart, Glorfindel still slowed down.

"I don't know if you have taught others before... I mean literature and history. It is one thing for us to know those things, but it may be another thing to tell others."

"It turns out that you also know that I'm trying to drive ducks to the shelves. It's very considerate." Glorfindel said in a grumpy manner.

"...I made some preparations for you." Romemus took out a thick stack of stapled paper and handed it to Glorfindel, "I sorted out the general lecture outline and content arrangement, and some other things What you may need to pay attention to. Of course, it’s just for reference, you don’t have to follow my way.”

Glorfindel raised his eyebrows, took it and flipped it over, and it turned out to be very clear and detailed.

"It turns out that you will also prepare the content of the class well?" He said unexpectedly.

Romemos was not sure if this was another line of irony, and for a moment didn't know how to answer it.

"That's not what I meant." Glorfindel also realized that his words were too easy to be misunderstood, and quickly explained, "I just thought that for you, telling these things about the past should come at your fingertips."

"Of course, in all of Gondor, you probably won't be able to find anyone who can tell stories better than me." Romimos blinked slowly, "But the teacher is different from the storyteller, and I have to be responsible for the lessons I teach. .History can be completely emotionless, but people have their own standpoint. The history seen from the standpoint of humans, the standpoint of elves, my standpoint, and the standpoint of Morgoth is completely different. Arathon asked me to be his My son's teacher is a complete mistake. If I have the heart, the next Emperor of Gondor may be a cult leader, and the best case will be the second Farathon. But even if I think that every word I say is To be fair and objective, my tone of voice, facial expressions, and body movements may also be inadvertently affecting him. In the first year or two of my first class for Aragon, I was even more nervous than I am now. Everything said was written down, and several times confirmed that it was fit to be spoken to the Crown Prince of Gondor."

Glorfindel looked at her in disbelief: "You are exaggerating too much."

Romemos shrugged: "I admire people who naturally know what is right and are willing to take it as their creed in life, but the fact is that not everyone is as perfect as you, and there is indeed me in the world. Such a person who is extreme in nature and accustomed to deviant."

"Since you also feel that you are not suitable to be Estaire's teacher, why didn't you refuse Arathon's request?" Glorfindel asked.

"Does it need to be said?" Romimos' slightly lonely face instantly changed into a sly and innocent expression, and Glorfindel immediately realized that he might fall into her trap again at some point. It is too easy for people to pretend to be pitiful, "Although it is not a wise decision for Gondor to find me as a tutor, but for me personally, it is a great thing that benefits nothing but does no harm. Why should I How about rejecting this good opportunity to have a relationship with the royal family of Gondor?"

Glorfindel's face was very pretty: "I thought you were already planning to change your ways."

"It's just that it's not as 'bad' as unrestrained as before. You'd better not count on me to be a good person." Romi Moss was blunt and strong.

Glorfindel stared at Romimos with a complex expression for a long while, finally he only sighed, said nothing, lowered his head and turned over the scroll that Romimos gave him, but the more he looked, His expression became more subtle.

"You want me to start talking from the Second Era?" Glorfindel raised his head after a while and asked.

"What's the matter? Didn't I finish the lecture a few days ago in the first era? You listened too." Romemos didn't know why, so he leaned over to look at what he wrote, and found nothing wrong, "No. Nothing major happened in the early days of the Second Era, except for the establishment of the Kingdom of Numenor, but I have told Aragorn the history of Numenor before, so you don’t need to go into too much detail; then the elves and Sauron Things, mainly the wars between Lindon and Erejan and Mordor, and the birth of the Lord of the Rings, and I'll be back almost before the kingdom of Númenor is destroyed... Is there a problem?"

"You still remember that I happened to be not in Middle-earth in the first thousand years of the Second Era?"

"Uh..." Luo Mimosca hesitated for a while, "But you also know those things, right?"

"Elrond told me. But in this way, I don't seem to be any different from those historians who only look down on scriptures that you despise."

"... Anyway, your source of information is quite trustworthy."

"The problem is not this." Glorfindel rubbed his temples, "Isengard has a rule for you to go there every year?"

"Hmm." Romimos looked down at his toes and snorted softly, "That's not true."

"Then you can go there at another time, can't you? Earlier, preferably later, I can be more prepared." Glorfindel frowned and looked at Romimos, "You are really not here Do something behind my back, right?"

"...I've finished what I want to say, and it's getting late, I have to go back and prepare things for tomorrow's journey." Romimos didn't even look at Glorfindel's eyes, his feet moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye The person was already more than ten meters away, "Then I will trouble you for the next month. Goodbye. Good night. Come on."

Glorfindel could only watch helplessly as the man teleported away.