[The Silmarillion] Romimus

Io took the gem in a daze, but now his mind was not on it at all, and he stared at Romimos for a full 30 seconds without blinking.

"You can fly?!" He said, his tone full of surprise, joy, embarrassment, embarrassment and other emotions.

"I'm Maia." Romimos took it for granted.

Anyway, as a secondary god, isn't this just a matter of changing a body?If you want to go to the moon for nine days, you can use the body of a bird, and if you go to the five oceans to catch turtles, you can change it to a fish. How simple it is.

For Vera and Maiya, they do not have the same form as elves and humans. Their real appearance is something that Iluvita's children cannot see or imagine, but out of love for these children When Vera and a part of Maiya came to Arda from outside the world, they took a physical body for themselves. This body is like clothes to them. For elves and humans, it is natural that they can put on and take off at will and choose different ones. In terms of style, some Maia did not choose the appearance of elves and humans. For example, Angorian took the shape of a huge black spider, while many Maia under Manwe chose the appearance of a giant eagle, hovering in Aman and above Middle-earth, for Manwe observed the condition of these two lands.

However, although this ability should be possessed by every god who came to the world of Arda, many Maia in the Morgoth camp have lost this ability, including the Balrog and the demon who destroyed the Two Trees. Goss himself, they can only remain that dark and terrible look forever.

And there are only two Maias with the ability to change appearance at will, one is Romimos and the other is Sauron, which is why people in later generations think that these two people are especially dangerous. After all, it is easy to dodge an open gun, but it is difficult to guard against a hidden arrow.

Having said that, Romimos rarely used her winged body, because when she was still in Aman, no Maia combined the characteristics of two different creatures to create a single creature. With a new form, Romemos is not sure whether this "innovation" of hers will touch the old and fragile hearts of those Valars again. She doesn't want to stay in the prison of Mandos for thousands of years. .

As for coming to Central Continent... are you kidding me?She is a weak little god, the kind who is useless except throwing fireworks and weaving clothes. The ability to fly around is too strong and exciting, it is not suitable for her, so hold your heart.

But Romimos is in a good mood now, a little bit smug, especially the broken expression on Io's face that has been gloomy and unchanged for many years, which makes her feel quite fulfilled.

Playing together, Romimos spread his wings behind him, rose from the ground, and flew around Io's head.

"Do you know? If we fly back from here, we may be home before the sun sets." She said, blinking mischievously, "So, do you dare to try?"

Io frowned and raised his head, his gaze followed Romimos for a while, then he snorted and fixed the mining tools on his back: "Why don't you dare?"

While talking, he stepped back a few meters, took a deep breath, took a few steps to the edge of the cliff, and jumped up.

In less than a second of weightlessness, his raised hands were firmly grasped. Romemos flapped his wings and took him out of the mountains after a few turns. The sound of the wind whistled in their ears. Io could barely open his eyes for a while, and he finally got used to the feeling of flying before looking down.

To be honest, Io is not the kind of person who likes to fly, he is the kind of silent and introverted person who prefers the dark forest to the vast sky, and the sunlight makes him uncomfortable.Although he is not afraid of heights, the fact that the opportunity to fly is so rare for a creature without wings, and how magnificent the ground is when looking down from the bird's eye, all these things do not make him enjoy flying any more.

But Romemus can.

Romimos's huge wings blocked the sunlight for him, her cheerful and melodious laughter was blown to his ears and then blown away by the wind, and her warm and delicate palm, with thin calloused fingers, held tightly Holding Io's rough and strong hands from years of hard work.

After returning to South Elmos, Io immediately devoted himself to the work of casting the ring, and this time his work took an unexpectedly long time.

"Have you encountered any problems?" Romimos asked him suspiciously when Io hadn't come up with the finished product nearly half a year later.

Io glanced at her, his eyes contained many emotions such as joy and nervousness, but his emotions were always restrained and fleeting, and Romimos didn't notice anything wrong.

"No." He said in a deep voice, "It won't take too long, I'm almost done. It will take another three or four days."

Romemos nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

As a result, a week later, Io proposed to Romemos with the ring he had painstakingly crafted.

"I know you're Maia, and I'm not Elu Thingol," he said, "but I don't think there's anyone in the world who appreciates my work more than you; I understand you better."

Romemos was at a loss.

Indeed, she appreciates Io, and Io also understands her, but do two people who appreciate and understand each other have to be lovers?Honestly, Romimos doesn't even consider Io as a friend, let alone a lover.For her, Io's here is more like a foothold when she happens to have nowhere to go, and what Io attracts her is only his exquisite and rich forging skills and knowledge, nothing more.

Romemos thought about her words. She really didn't have any love for Io, but she was reluctant to give up "an encyclopedia of metal crafts". It's time to—

"Someone has broken into the forest." Romimos turned his head and looked out, "This time the force is very strong, it doesn't seem to be a half-orc."

Before the elves traveled westward, Maia Melian wandered in the forest of South Elmos, and met the elf Wang Tingol here.The magic spell in this forest still exists to this day. After Romimos came here, he set more spells on the basis of the Melian spell, in case the orcs came here and disturbed her and Io's work. So now she discovered the arrival of the intruder immediately.

"I'll go out and have a look, you are waiting for me here." Io frowned deeply, with a gloomy face, he picked up his weapon and walked out.

Romimos watched his back disappear and sighed expressionlessly.

Io didn't go far when he encountered those intruders. As Romimos said, there were not many half-orcs who intruded, only less than a hundred, and the people who led them seemed to be A very handsome elf!

Io hid in the dark and observed the invaders. He only thought that the leader was a fallen elf who had surrendered to Morgoth. In any case, the king was the first to capture the thief. He quietly drew his bow and arrow and aimed at the "Spirits".

However, before he could shoot the arrow, the "Elf" glanced at his hiding place with cold eyes. With a contemptuous laugh, Io was startled, and the arrow flew out , the "elf" waved his sleeves casually, and flew to other places.

This time, Io's hiding place was exposed. Nearly a hundred orcs rushed forward. Io killed two of them with a bow and arrow, and the others had already jumped in front of him. He could only draw out his sword and start a melee fight with them.

The blond "elf" said lazily: "Catch alive."

In the end, Io was outnumbered. After being cut in the abdomen, Io was quickly captured by the orcs and brought to the blond "elf".

The voice of the blond "elf" was very pleasant, but without a trace of warmth, it was as cold as a snake crawling on its back. He asked Io, "Where is Romimos?"

Io spat: "I don't know any Romimos."

"Oh?" The corner of the blonde "elf"'s mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

Io didn't even look at him, and said nothing.

"From your hands, you are a craftsman, right?" The eyes of the blond "elf" flashed malicious light, "You said if I broke your fingers one by one, would you still recognize Luo Mimo? S?"

For a craftsman, especially such an excellent craftsman, the importance of hands is unquestionable. Cold sweat rolled down from the corner of Io's forehead. For a moment, his eyes faltered, but in the end he remained silent, saying nothing. explain.

The playfulness in the eyes and corners of the blond "elf" became even more playful. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something more, someone interrupted him.

"Enough, Sauron, let him go."

Sauron's smile deepened: "You actually came out, Romimos."

"What are you doing here?" Romemus asked him, frowning.

"My subordinates ran away from the nose of the person I sent to monitor her without making a sound. Of course I have to catch her myself, right?" Sauron snorted.

"Then how did you know I was here?"

"Well, about half a year ago, from the Xislin Mountains to the South Elmos Valley, several teams there at the time reported to me that an elf with wings flew over their heads. Sauron looked at Romemos, his eyes flickering, "It seems that I don't know enough about you, does it?"

MD was careless, flying too low, Romimos cursed secretly.But there is no way, if it flies too high, the temperature will be enough for Io to drink a pot.

"Okay, I understand, I'll just go back with you." Romimos secretly clicked his tongue.

"Don't be so anxious." Sauron put away his smirk, and looked back and forth between Romimos and Io with dark eyes. "I didn't know that you and the elves have always kept in touch, Romimos?"

"I have known him since I left Angband," said Romimus, "and he has nothing to do with the Elves of the Noldor and Doriath."

"Then what if I kill him here right now?" Sauron pointed at Io, and immediately a half-orc raised his ax, threatening to chop.

"It's a pity to be honest, he is a very good craftsman." Romemos frowned, "But if you have to do this to believe that I am not from the elves, then it's up to you."

Sauron raised his eyebrows, but did not continue to embarrass Romemus: "Then why didn't you tell me that you can fly?"

"Huh?" Romimos looked at Sauron with the eyes of a fool, "Do I need to tell you this? It's not like you don't know that I am Maiya."

Speaking lightly, Sauron secretly gritted his teeth in his heart.

It is very simple for Mai Ya to fly, but it is not possible to fly with the body of an elf just by adding a pair of wings. Although the body of an elf is light, it is not as good as a bird, which is born for flying If you want to achieve the level of Romemos, you must go through a lot of calculations and experiments. From the shape and size of the wings to the position when they are connected to the body, there must be no slight error. Not only that, the pilot must also be extremely sensitive to the wind and airflow. Familiarity is the only way to control this unusual shape, and the wind and air are controlled by the husband of Varda, the former owner of Romimos, the god-king Manwe.

In other words, apart from Romemos, it is impossible for any other Maier to fly like a birdman.

He knew in his heart that Romemos was [-]% pretending to be stupid with himself. Although Sauron was not happy, he did look at Romemos with admiration, thinking that she still had great potential to be tapped. Besides, Romemos said that he and The elf had nothing to do with it and didn't seem to be fake, so he first suppressed his anger and dissatisfaction.

"Forget it this time." Sauron thought he was magnanimous, "Go back with me first, and don't make an example."

Romemus did not protest.

"Romimos!" Io was in a hurry, couldn't help shouting, and began to struggle at the same time, but couldn't move because he was held down by several orcs.

"Hmph." Sauron chuckled a few times, "There are still people here who miss you. What? Why don't you take him back with you?"

Romemos rolled his eyes, and took the lead in striding out of the forest without looking back.

Sauron stared at Romimos's back for a while, then looked back at Io with interest.

"Master, do you want to kill this elf?" a half-orc asked.

Sauron thought for a while. "No," he said, bending down and whispering something in Io's ear.

Seeing Io standing there in a daze, even though he was full of pride, Sauron only showed a sinister and triumphant smile on his face, and turned to leave.