[The Silmarillion] Romimus

"You already understand what we're going to talk about today." Glorfindel closed the book, "It seems that Antonia taught very well before."

"Miss Antonia is indeed the most knowledgeable person I have ever met." Aragorn nodded.

Having said that, Miss Antonia is not here now, and she can't hear you even if you praise her. Shouldn't you say it's because I learned well?

Aragorn complained silently in his heart, but immediately cheered up again: "In this case, can we finish class early today?"

"Hmm..." Glorfindel pretended to think seriously for a while, then smiled, "No."

"Why?! Didn't you also say that I know what you want to say?" Aragorn said angrily.

"Please be considerate of me too, Estelle, I was also entrusted by others. If Antonia finds out that I only had half an hour of class and let you go, how do you want me to explain to her?"

Aragorn thought about it, and thought it was the same. His two teachers didn't know why they didn't get along well (although they were both generous and fair, and their hostility didn't prevent them from praising each other objectively). Antonia misunderstood that Glorfindel was deliberately skimping on her class and it was not good.

"So what do we do next?" he asked.

"If you really don't know what to do, how about starting to write the homework Antonia left for you? Anyway, you will write it sooner or later. If you decide to write in Elvish to get Antonia's extra points, I can do it Check your grammar for you."

Aragorn looked pale.

"My day has been miserable enough, Lord Glorfindel, and now I'd rather sit here until the end of get out of class than do any more boring homework."

Glorfindel laughed heartily: "You're right. So what do you want to do?"

Aragorn hesitated for a while before saying: "If you don't mind, can you tell me about your business?"

"What do you mind? But about me, I thought you were going to be sick. When Antonia was talking about Gondolin," Glorfindelton said for half a second, "also said It's clear, isn't it?"

"No, I'm not referring to the time of Gondolin." Aragorn said cautiously, "What I want to ask is your experience of being reborn from the palace of Mandos afterwards."

Glorfindel froze.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it or you can't say it." Aragorn said quickly, "I'm just curious, because for us human beings, we can't be resurrected once we die, so no one will be able to say anything until then." Know what it's like to die, and those who already know can't speak anymore. Even the elves, it's rare to return to Middle-earth after being resurrected. Except for you, I only know Lucien and Beren But I heard that Beren was forbidden to tell others about the experience of rebirth after returning to Middle-earth, so there is no relevant record left, and even Miss Antonia does not know what is going on."

Glorfindel pondered for a moment before slowly opening his mouth, "It's not really a pleasant memory, but it's not too much to mention."

Glorfindel couldn't remember exactly what it felt like to be in Mandosli after his death.If I had to say it, it was as if everything had returned to the original point. He couldn't feel his own weight, and he couldn't realize the passage of time. He just curled up in one place, waiting silently in the dark like a deep sleep, Occasionally, he would dream about things in his life like a dream, some of which were intoxicating or entertaining, and some of which made him almost breathless (if he could still breathe), and even more rarely Waking up from a nightmare, however, the hall of Mandos was dark and silent, and the Maiyas in black robes floated in front of him like ghosts, whispered a few words he could not understand, and he fell into the trap again. In the boundless darkness.

Then maybe 10 minutes later, maybe tens of thousands of years later, it didn't matter, it made no difference to him, finally a ray of light came to him and woke him up, Glorfindel rubbed his eyes—well, he Now I can rub my eyes and look at the person in front of me in a ignorant way.

"The merciful Vera has forgiven you." Maiya, whose face was covered by a black hood, said without emotion, "Now you can return to your people, come with me."

Glorfindel didn't understand what the other party was talking about, his head was in a daze, his limbs were still very stiff, the light that suddenly lit up in front of him was too dazzling for him, it dazzled his eyes, Subconsciously followed.

Maiya didn't say a word, the speed of her feet was neither fast nor slow, just enough to allow the people behind to catch up. After an unknown amount of time, when Glorfindel finally felt a little uneasy belatedly, Maia came out. He stopped, stretched out his hand and pushed open the heavy door in front of him.

What greeted him was the warm temperature and the feeling of air blowing over his skin. Glorfindel opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath, feeling the trees and grass in the air as if he had come to this world for the first time. breath.

He looked around in a circle in a daze, not even willing to blink, the blue sky and clouds were both familiar and unfamiliar to him, and he was too greedy to capture all of them in a few seconds fundus.

But his exploration of the world full of interest and curiosity was interrupted, someone softly called him not far away: "Laure?"

Glorfindel froze. How long had it been since he heard this voice?

He turned around slowly, and there was a female elf with golden curly hair just a few steps away from him, looking at him lovingly and lovingly.

Joy and nostalgia welled up in his chest, followed by indescribable sourness and grievances. Glorfindel opened his mouth. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and it took him several attempts to let his The voice speaks the words in tune: "Amme..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he choked up, and he didn't even know why he was crying, and he couldn't remember many things.

"It's okay." His mother knelt down and hugged him into her arms, comforting him softly, "Don't cry, don't cry, Amme is here."

He cried in Amme's arms like a child, and he was a little embarrassed to look at other people after he finally stopped, but he couldn't hide what should come.

Glorfindel raised his head, his nose was still red, and looked at the male elf beside him with a smile: "Atar."

Father let out a long breath: "It's all over."

"Princess Idril, Eck, you are all here too." Glorfindel greeted his old friends cheerfully, but after staring at them for a while, he finally realized that something was wrong, "What are you talking about?" A head taller than me, Ike?"

Exilion raised his eyebrows slightly: "I came out of Mandos a few years earlier than you, and you will grow taller slowly in the future."

"But I've always been the same height as you, I'm even a little taller than you!" Glorfindel protested.

"Haha, it's not funny."

"I'm not joking!" Glorfindel was 1 dissatisfied, and looked at Idril, "You judge, princess!"

Idriel looked at the two old Gondolin lords whose minds temporarily returned to childhood after being reborn, shook his head helplessly and amusedly, and smoothed things over: "Let's go home first."

Glorfindel had a happy time. After being reborn, his body temporarily got rid of the burden of the heavy memories of the past, and he was as light and carefree as a real child. As time went by, he could gradually recall the past. He curiously asked his parents, Idriel and others about the affairs of his life:

"I remember that there are two very beautiful trees here, one is golden and the other is silver. Why are they gone now?"

"Why is the current High King of the Noldor His Majesty Arjafenwe? What about His Majesty Fenwe? What about Norolfenwe and Prince Kuru Fenwe?"

"I remember that His Majesty Arjafenwe has more than one son. Why haven't we seen Princess Artanis and His Royal Highness the three princes for so long?"

"I met Mrs. Nordaniel a few days ago. She is still alone and looks very sad. Where are her sons?"

"Prince Fingon hasn't appeared for a long time... I think Tirian is much cleaner than before, and many people have disappeared."

"...Are they all in Mandos? Why can't they come back like me?"

"How did I die?"

The others looked at each other.

"I understand that you are eager to know about the past." Idril said to him, "Although it sounds depressing, I can only say that so many things happened during that time, and many people don't want to think about it The second time. You will think of it all one day. Before that, we all hope that you can enjoy and cherish the relaxed days now. It is not a bad thing to know some things later. "

Glorfindel didn't understand, so he didn't know what happened in the past, but he understood that others didn't want to bring up those things again, so he stopped asking, but sometimes he would guess with Exilion Something terrible happened.

Exilion was reborn earlier than Glorfindel, and he recalled more things, but still only a small part.

"I think it must have something to do with Melkor," he said.

"That guy was really released later?" Glorfindel asked in disbelief.

Exilion nodded: "Although he pretended to be serious, since he was released, the relationship between Prince Kuru Fenwe and Prince Noro Fenwe has become worse and worse."

Glorfindel curled his lips: "It's not a day or two since the eldest prince likes to pick on His Highness Norofenway."

"But it's never been to the point where swords are facing each other before."

Glorfindel's eyes widened: "They fought? And then? Who won? If it's a one-on-one match, I'll definitely bet on His Royal Highness Norolfenwe."

Exilion gave him a blank look: "I don't know, I haven't remembered what happened after that."

Later, as Exilion's body gradually approached adulthood, his memory recovery speed became faster and faster.

"I remember why the Two Trees are gone," he said to Glorfindel, "and Morgoth and his fallen lords ruined them, and that wretch slew Lord Finwë, and took the Silmaril! "

"Who is Morgoth? Melkor?" Glorfindel looked bewildered.

"Oh, you haven't remembered yet." Exilion sighed, "Yes, it's Melkor, that's what we all called him afterwards."

"He still has accomplices in Aman Continent?!"

"More than one," said Exilion, "Angolian, the insatiable she-spider; Morgoth was corrupted."

"Oh..." Glorfindel responded, and a trace of inexplicable panic flashed in his chest.

Later, Exilion obviously remembered many things again, because every time Glorfindel saw him again, he felt that the other party had become different again.The youthful childishness on Exilion's face faded at a frightening speed, and he no longer joked and quarreled with Glorfindel over trivial matters. It seemed that every minute he was more stable and mature than the last. He was tired and worried at times, and once Glorfindel found that Exilion was basking in the sun at two o'clock in the afternoon on a July summer day, and he was almost dehydrated in the end.

"Are you crazy?" Glorfindel was astonished.

"No, I just remembered something very cold..." Exilion replied weakly, he seemed to hesitate to speak, but in the end he said nothing to Glorfindel.

When Exilion told Glorfindel that he had remembered everything, he looked like a different person from the Exilion that Glorfindel knew now, which Glorfindel never thought of One day he won't be able to read the eyes of his best friend, it's so complicated that it frightens him.

"I'm almost envious of your current appearance." Exilion said, "I wish you could think about the past more slowly."

Glorfindel was almost terrified by him: "What the hell happened to us?!"

But Exilion said almost the same thing as Idril: "You will remember it later, but it's better not to know it too early. In short, laure, some things are not all your or my responsibility, please do Don't be too horny,"

Glorfindel was even more disturbed.

However, whether Glorfindel himself is willing or not, his memories are gradually coming back as his body grows, not accelerated or slowed down by his own will.And Glorfindel finally understood why his parents, Princess Idril and others looked at him with such sad eyes sometimes, and now he also knew what Exilion had never said to him. content.

Family killings, crossing the ice gorge, battles of sudden fire, battles of tears...familiar people left one after another.

For a while, Glorfindel's mental state was indeed not very good. Anyone who wakes up from new nightmares every day will be physically and mentally exhausted, but perhaps the words of others have made him fully mentally prepared, and he I am also strong enough, although occasionally his mood will drop suddenly, but most of the time he can cheer up quickly.

"I'm really fine." He could in turn comfort those who were worried about him, "It's all in the past, although I haven't fully recalled the rest, but a little guess, the worst case is that Gondolin will It was breached, but I heard that Morgoth has been defeated again, and this time he has no chance to stand up again, so we won in the end, right?"

But Idril, Exilion and the others still couldn't be completely relieved. The fall of Gondolin was indeed sad, but for Glorfindel, it was not just a matter of struggling to resist, but in the end it was still powerless. It's a matter of not being caught. Although heroic sacrifice is tragic, it can also be said to be a well-deserved death for a soldier. How can it be more desperate than being caught off guard by the closest person around you?

"Speaking of Lan Wen, none of you seem to have ever mentioned how she is now." Glorfindel raised his head, and he had a strange feeling in his heart, which had lingered in his chest since the first time he thought of Lan Wen But he suppressed it temporarily, "Didn't she go back to Valinor with you, Princess?"

"Ah..." Idril didn't know how to answer him, so he could only shake his head stiffly.

"...she died?"

Idril didn't dare to look into his eyes, and hurriedly lowered her head: "No..."

Glorfindel was stunned: "Then she stayed in Middle-earth?"

"Well... yes." Idril nodded indiscriminately, "Glorfindel, Lan Wen's matter, you should stop thinking about it in the future."

"Why?" Glorfindel blurted out.

"She is no longer on the same road as us." Idris whispered, and then said nothing again.

Glorfindel looked at her in surprise, not knowing why she said that, but he didn't say anything, just lost in thought.

Such days passed day by day, and finally one day, Idril walked out of the house to breathe the fresh morning air, only to find Glorfindel standing silently leaning against the porch in front of her door, and when she heard someone coming out, she turned and looked at Idril.

"Glorfindel?" Idril's heart tightened, "Are you alright?"

Glorfindel's eyes were red, and Idril wondered if he hadn't slept all night.

After a while, Glorfindel spoke, his voice was hoarse and dry, reminding Idril of the dry and broken sand in the desert.

"...Princess, I'm sorry."

So Idril knew that this day had finally come.