[The Silmarillion] Romimus

Romimos regretted more than once why he "stealed" Lord Irejan over, especially when Celebrimbor lay dead with her for three days and had no intention of waking up.

Romimos expected that Sauron would not kill Celebrimbor right away, and guessed that Sauron would do whatever it takes to learn the whereabouts of the Three Rings of the Elves until Celebrimbor let go—or never let go It's not that she doesn't want to rescue people earlier so as to save them from suffering, but unless Celebrimbor's life is of no value to Sauron, snatching people from Sauron's hands is tantamount to taking food from a tiger's mouth.

For this reason, Romimos reported the situation of the elves to Sauron in detail (I can't stop the elves; they are going to you soon; they are only a hundred miles away; they are only eighty miles away...) At first glance, it seems that they are helping Sauron to inquire about intelligence and report the military situation, but they are actually putting pressure on Sauron: don't waste time on that Lord Erezan, and get distracted and deal with Linton!

And once Sauron became agitated and ran out of patience and decided to execute Celebrimbor, Shelob would intervene forcefully at the right time and take people away in a wave.

Romimoth's plan has been implemented perfectly so far, and Shelob's cooperation has not lost the chain. Now there is only one problem: if Celebrimbor does not survive in the end, all her efforts will be in vain up.

However, thanks to the fire that was placed in the soul of the first family of the Noldor, despite suffering and pain unimaginable to ordinary people, on the night when Celebrimbor came to the Tower of Shimmer on the fourth day, His consciousness returned to his body.

From the moment the consciousness came back, the overwhelming pain swept over, from head to toe, from outside to inside, extending to every inch including fingertips and spine, all of which pointed to one point: he was still alive .

Celebrimbor felt a pang of despair when he realized this.

"My lord, the elf is awake!" Someone nearby noticed the movement of Celebrimbor, and hurriedly went to report to his lord.

Celebrimbor's last hope was dashed.

This is not Linton, and in Linton he would not be called "the elf."

"Sauron" came very quickly, and Celebrimbor's heart sank along with the rustling sound of his robe dragging on the ground from far to near. He didn't want to show his timidity, but the muscles on his fingers and forearms were still unaffected. He convulsed uncontrollably, his eyeballs trembled uneasily under his eyelids, and his heartbeat also accelerated.Celebrimbor forced himself to brace himself for the next round of brutal torture.

Of course, he still couldn't say a word about the Three Rings of the Elves.

The light source got closer to him, and then stopped obliquely above him. Someone was watching him with a lamp or candle, and Celebrimbor could almost feel the warm breath of the other party gently patting his face.

How ridiculous, Sauron's breath is also hot.

Now that his eyes could adjust to the surrounding light a little bit, Celebrimbor slightly opened his heavy eyelids, and the hazy scene in front of him flickered for a second or two before gradually becoming clear——

A beautiful face, a pair of beautiful dark golden eyes, without any emotion, looking at him purely.

Anger overwhelmed exhaustion, rationality, and all other emotions in an instant. Celebrimbor didn't know where his strength came from. He straightened up suddenly, and slammed his forehead fiercely into the face of the man. Unexpectedly, Celebrimbor, who seemed to have only one breath left, could do such a thing. He was hit straight on the ground, screamed, backed up again and again, covered his nose and squatted on the ground.

"Lord Romemus!" The priest beside him screamed and hurried to help him, "Ah! You are bleeding!"

Celebrimbor made such a move, and all the strength he had just accumulated in his body was exhausted, and he fell back on the pillow again, gasping for breath, his eyes went black for a while, and he felt the unhealed wound on his back Cracked again.

It took him a while before he realized it.

...Romimos?

Romemos only felt a red light explode in front of her eyes, and her nose was numb for a while, but after a few seconds passed, the piercing pain that followed made her tears well up involuntarily.

"Lord Romimos!" The priest was full of panic, "How are you doing?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Romimos gasped, and carefully touched his nose with his hand, and there were countless tears, but fortunately the bones were not broken, "Bring me some clean gauze Just come here."

After flustering around for a while, Romemos finally stopped the nosebleed, picked up the jug full of cold water on the table and poured a large cup, and flushed the bloody smell from his nose and throat with a gloomy face, using the corners of his eyes to Glancing at Celebrimbor, he poured another glass, walked over and lifted his neck roughly, and pressed the glass to Celebrimbor's lips, almost knocking his teeth.

"Drink water." Romimos' voice was still husky.

Only then did Celebrimbor realize that the light in the room was not entirely from candlelight. There was indeed a small candle burning on a candlestick in the distance, barely illuminating half of the side face of the priest standing there awkwardly. Mimus' light has nothing to do with candles or oil lamps. The hazy yellow halo seems to emanate naturally from her eyes, her skin, and every inch of her body.

With her light, Celebrimbor finally saw the face of the person opposite him clearly in the dark. To be honest, he couldn’t blame him for admitting his mistake. Romimos’ appearance was at least six or seven points similar to Anata. It's just that Romemos's facial features are relatively softer. Besides, the biggest difference in appearance between the two is that Anata's hair is light blonde, while Romemos has black hair.

Celebrimbor was a little embarrassed for admitting to the wrong person and beating him, but after thinking about it, Romimos and Sauron are also the same kind, and they have done all kinds of evil things. It might be lighter.

"Do you want to drink or not? Don't toast or eat fine wine, you have to let me force you to be happy." Romimos said viciously, but maybe he was numb after being in Sauron's hands for so long, Keller Brippen didn't feel - not even the slightest - intimidated.

If Sauron didn't intend to let him die, then trying to go on a hunger strike and deprivation of water would be useless. Celebrimbor sighed heavily in his heart, lowered his eyes, and gave up the idea of ​​doing futile work. He was indeed very thirsty now.

Romemus moved impatiently, almost wanting to pour the whole glass of water into Celebrimbor's mouth. Several times, Celebrimbor was almost choked, but Romemus didn't. apology.

"Any more?" asked Romemus, after finishing his glass of water, wiping the drops off Celebrimbor's chin with his hand.

Celebrimbor's eyes were blank, neither looking at her nor answering.

Romemos walked aside indifferently, put down the cup, wiped his hands with a towel, and walked towards the door without looking back.

The priest opened the door for Romemus and bowed respectfully.

"Okay, you don't have to keep staring, see if you can't die like this." Romemos said, "Let him sleep again, you go to the kitchen to cook some porridge, make it rotten; meat? No meat , they don’t eat meat; eggs are fine, so boil...two? Or three, is it too much? Forget it, he has an appetite and eats as much as he likes..."

The rambling voice of Romemos gradually faded away.

"Then, I will take a step away first, please rest at ease. If you need help with anything, just make some noise, and we will hear you." The priest placed a rattle with a wooden handle on Celebrimbor On the small cabinet next to the bed, he bowed slightly and left with the candlestick in his hand.

Celebrimbor was back in the embrace of darkness and silence, and it was ironic that he actually relaxed in such an environment.

Every inch of his body was still sore, the pain caused by different knife wounds, burns, welts, sharp puncture wounds or blunt instrumental percussion became one piece, as if his whole body was being burned on fire roasting.

The most terrible thing is that it doesn't seem to be over yet?

Celebrimbor didn't know what Sauron was up to. It seemed that the other party had given up on extorting a confession by torture. Of course, it was probably only temporarily, and he was handed over to Romimos.

Of course Romimoth's name, Celebrimbor, has been heard of. The traitor of Valinor, the minion of Angband, and one of the culprits in the destruction of Gondolin, is by no means a good person, but even so, even Sauron Even if he couldn't pry his mouth open, could this Romemus be more powerful than Sauron?

Celebrimbor thought hard for a long time, but couldn't figure out why.His body hadn't fully recovered, and he was exhausted after a while, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Celebrimbor slept very restlessly. He kept waking up from nightmares. Every time he saw Anata in a trance-Sauron's cold eyes. The voice really made him think that Sauron was here, this was his killed Holly County, and a new torture was coming!

However, those were all his hallucinations. Without exception, Celebrimbor didn't see Sauron again for several days. Romimos would appear occasionally, but she wouldn't stay for too long. Sometimes she walked away like a patrol Come in, look at him and turn around him, as if looking at some rare animal, and ask casually: "How is he?" Her servants—there are three in total, take turns to look after him here, or take care of him. He—answered: "Quick recovery; very good; XX more days to be all right." Then Romimos just nodded and went out without saying a word to Celebrimbor, and Don't look him in the eye.

But the more nothing happened, the more anxious Celebrimbor became.His body, as the priests say, is getting better every day, because he is one of the strongest elves, but this does not cheer up his spirit, and Celebrimbor stretches himself every day. It was very tight, and nightmares haunted him from time to time.Once he opened his eyes suddenly in the middle of the night, waved his arms uncontrollably in the air a few times as if resisting something, accidentally knocked all the things on the small cabinet next to him to the ground, and the ceramic cup fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound , the bell rolled several times on the ground, and the loud knocking sound of the small metal gradually faded away in the quiet night.

Celebrimbor struggled to sit up in the darkness, remembering the oil lamp and matches in the...

There were soft footsteps outside the door, and when Celebrimbor heard it, the man was already opening the door, creaking, and the warm yellow light illuminated the darkness.

It was Romemus.

Romemos watched all this with a blank face.

"...I didn't do it on purpose." Celebrimbor hesitated for a long time before clarifying.

Romemos turned and left noncommittal.

Celebrimbor froze for a few seconds in the dark, then groped out of bed again for matches, but just as his feet touched the cold ground the door slammed open again.

There was still Romemus, with broom, dustpan, and leather gloves.

"Go back to bed and lie down," she said, with just one glance at Celebrimbor. "I've spent enough medicine and bandages on you, and I don't want any more cuts on you."

Celebrimbor couldn't understand what she meant for a moment. He watched in silence as Romemus moved swiftly to clean up the tiles on the floor, feeling his calmness and patience being swallowed up bit by bit.

Finally, he stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed Romemos' wrist.

"Where is Sauron? What do you and him want to do?" He spoke quickly and urgently, and his posture was a bit scary, "No matter what tricks you guys try to play, I will never hand over the Three Rings of the Elf. You'd better save your energy and kill me directly."

"Relax, I am not interested in the Three Rings of the Elf," said Romimus, and parted Celebrimbor's fingers one by one,

"As for Sauron, I didn't know you wanted to see him so much? What a pity, you won't be able to see him here."

She pushed, and Celebrimbor fell back onto the pillow, and this time he looked genuinely bewildered.

"What do you want?" he asked. "Aren't you and Sauron... a team?"

"Yes, but not as peaceful as you elves think." Romimus said. "In short, your disaster is over, Lord Celebrimbor, take a deep breath and thank your Valar."

"I don't think it's worth cheering when I'm out of a tiger's mouth and into a wolf's den," said Celebrimbor.

"I really want to get rid of you as a hot potato as soon as possible, but where can you go with your current virtue?" Romemos said, tucking the corner of the quilt for him, "recover well, and then where do you want to go? where."

She went away again, leaving Celebrimbor alone in the dark, with a ghostly look on her face.