[The Silmarillion] Romimus

For two weeks after that, the priests in the tower prepared only one meal for Celebrimbor each morning, early in the morning.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, Lord Celebrimbor." Priest No. 1 - whose real name is Palin - looked at him with a smile on his face, "We thought you were no longer here. Strange to say, you are not Do you want to leave our place of right and wrong for a long time? Why are you still not leaving now?"

Naked/naked/naked revenge.

But Celebrimbor couldn't run to Romemus and say, "I was wrong, please restore my daily three meals."

Celebrimbor couldn't say such words, not because he was so arrogant that he couldn't lower his head. In all fairness, Celebrimbor admitted that he lost control that day, and he did apologize at first, but now Romeo As soon as Si came out like this, he apologized again, as if he only admitted his mistake because of the two meals that day. This kind of thing of bending over five buckets of rice would not be able to do it even if Celebrimbor was killed. .

Besides, even if Celebrimbor dispelled the idea that Romemus was trying to encourage him to get a new ring, he had no intention of changing his mind and following Romemus' advice, so a simple verbal apology seemed to be more important. Lack of sincerity.

And the most critical problem was that he couldn't find where Romimos was.

Of course, Celebrimbor also asked Perrin why Romemus had been disappearing recently, but it was expected to be evaded by the ambiguous excuse of "my lord is very busy recently".

Until one night, Celebrimbor woke up hungry.

He tossed and turned in bed for three to ten minutes, trying to ignore his stomach's protests until dawn, but after seeing the position of the moon outside the window a few times, Celebrimbor gave in and decided to quietly go to the kitchen to get himself something to eat. .

Just take a bite secretly, maybe it won't be discovered...

With this utterly irrational fluke in mind, Celebrimbor tiptoed downstairs.

But he stopped at the foot of the stairs because he saw a light still burning through the half-closed door of the kitchen.

Celebrimbor looked up at the quaint clock hung on the wall and carved from a large piece of birch, and confirmed that it was indeed past midnight. How could there be anyone in the kitchen so late?

But the people in the kitchen didn't keep him waiting long. It was Palin, walking upstairs with a large dinner plate in her hand. Celebrimbor hid in the door inexplicably as she passed her room— —Later he wondered why he acted so subconsciously, until Palin passed through his floor and continued to walk up a flight of stairs, Celebrimbor hesitated briefly for only a few seconds, then quietly He followed her silently.

The floor above Celebrimbor's room is the top floor of the Tower of Twilight, which is also the most private domain of Romemos. Although strictly speaking, the entire tower is her territory, Romemos Most of the daily life is carried out here, while the rooms on other floors are more used for work and storage of works.

Palin stopped when she was three steps away from the top step, and called Romimos softly: "My lord."

No one answered.

Palin hesitated for half a minute holding the tray, but then went up. After she disappeared at the other end of the stairs, Celebrimbor also walked up the steps lightly.

As the winding stairs went up, Celebrimbor could feel the growing light leaking from Romimos' room on the top floor, but it wasn't the dim light like the oil lamp, nor was it the genie's lamp. The blue light, but a touch of silvery white.

Then the light suddenly disappeared, or rather, was blocked.

Celebrimbor raised his head, and sure enough, he saw Palin, standing at the foot of the stairs and looking down at him, her eyebrows raised high.

"Why are you here?" she demanded.

"I..." Celebrimbor was at a loss for words. "I want to see her."

"At this time?" The priest raised his voice, and then lowered it immediately, "Master Romimos has rested now, let's talk about it tomorrow morning if you have anything to do."

To put it nicely, which morning can he see the figure of Romimos?And you brought in a big plate of food just now, so you've already rested?

The two of them confronted each other on the stairs for about 3 minutes, and finally, Romimos' voice came from above.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice soft and soft.

"Nothing, my lord." Palin replied, "It's just that the elf wants to see you now."

"Then let him come up," replied Romimos.

Palin sighed softly, and stepped aside reluctantly. At that moment, the cool evening wind in the autumn night hit Celebrimbor, making him squint his eyes involuntarily, but Then he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The top of the Tower of Shimmer has disappeared!The entire top floor was completely placed under the black sky and the bright full moon. If it weren't for the strong wind here, Celebrimbor might have thought it was another illusion of Romimus, but after a moment He discovered that all of this happened for real, and the ceiling did not disappear out of thin air, they just..."opened", like the buds of a flower, the top of the Tower of Twilight was evenly divided into eight pieces, usually They fit together tightly, but when Romemos needs them, they unfurl like the petals of a blooming flower.

The inner layer of the top of the tower is inlaid with glass and white crystal, and the angle must have been accurately calculated. All the moonlight and starlight shining on them are reflected and gathered into the tower, so although there is no candle here, But it was still almost daytime.

And in the place where the moonlight is the brightest, the pretty villain hidden in the heart of the flower, Romemos, is lying on a round table covered with calculation papers, wearing only a thin white shirt, as for the dark blue shirt. The black fringed wool shawl was probably just thrown on her by the priest. She seemed to have just woken up, and looked at Celebrimbor with sleepy eyes.

"What do you want from me if you don't sleep at night?" She rubbed her temples and asked.

"I wanted to see you during the day, but you were not here," said Celebrimbor.

"What are you talking about, where can I go if I'm not here?" Romimos was puzzled, "I just haven't gone downstairs recently, so you won't come up to look for it?"

"But Palin and the others said that you are not allowed to enter here without your permission."

"That's true, but you can at least try to knock on the door." Romemos smiled, "Okay, let's get down to business, what do you need from me?"

"I said something harsh before, I'm sorry." Celebrity bowed her head seriously and apologized, "I didn't intend to compare you with Soren."

"Oh, you said that, it doesn't matter, I didn't take it to heart." Romemos casually shifted his gaze away, "And you are right, Sauron and I are in the same group, you Your suspicions are very reasonable and sensible. And does my appearance always remind you of Anata? So I understand when you get agitated."

"Nothing." Celebrimbor said, and then he paused guiltily, "Although you two look alike, I should know and admit that you are different from Sauron earlier. Now I know."

"What do you know?" Romimos rolled his eyes in an inelegant manner, "Humans say that you learn a lot from a fall, and I thought you learned a little bit smarter after you met Sauron, but when the scars healed, your scars disappeared." Forget about the pain? It seems that you escaped from Sauron's hands after a long time, if you fall down here again, even Vera will not be able to save you, so you should do it yourself."

"Do you have to be so rude when you speak?"

"Who do you think you're talking to? Tell me to be more polite? Why don't you let Sauron be more polite when he beats you?"

"If I thought you were in the same category as Sauron, of course I wouldn't say that." Celebrimbor hesitated, "But I think you're just pretending to be in the same category as Sauron. .”

"Hmph." Romimos sneered, "You're so smart, you can see what Vera didn't see."

"People change, and I believe Maia is the same. Maybe I'm really not good at knowing people." Celebrimbor laughed at himself, "But if I'm wrong again this time, I'll admit it too. Apologies for all your doubts, Lord Romimos, I trust you."

Romemos seemed to reflexively wanted to spit out some bitter sarcasm, but he stopped abruptly halfway and swallowed it back.

"You are really..." She thought about the adjective for a second, "One of the most naive, optimistic and brave people I have ever met. Normal people have been betrayed once, and they will be more careful next time they encounter a similar situation. You have entrusted your trust so easily, and you are not afraid of being entrusted to someone else."

"Is this a compliment?" Celebrimbor asked, drawing closer.

"No, I just turned a corner and called you a fool, didn't you hear that?"

"Look at you, here we go again," said Celebrimbor calmly.

"I still can't figure it out." After 5 minutes, Romimos broke the silence, "Why do you suddenly think that Sauron and I are two different types of people? Obviously you were wary of me before. Because when Sauron came that time, didn’t I confess you? This can be a new trap, you can’t think of it? Besides, I reminded you.”

"Will normal people remind the other party that they have set a trap when they fall into a trap?"

"Ha, normal people think that it is impossible for a hunter to warn the prey that there is a trap when they set a trap, so of course I have to do the opposite."

"How did you kill the Lord of the Golden Flower?" Celebrimbor suddenly changed the subject, and the change was quite abrupt.

"Hmm... what's the version you're hearing now?" But Romimos is also a person with jumping thinking, so he followed without much effort.

"In order to let the rest of Gondolin escape safely, Lord Glorfindel confronted you and a Balrog alone, and then fell down the cliff with the Balrog to die together, and you were driven away by Thorondor."

"Well, apart from the fact that he was fighting me and the two Balrogs alone, the situation is more or less the same, there is not much difference."

"No, I think it's a big problem when you put it that way." Celebrimbor said, "I don't doubt that Lord Glorfindel is a good fighter, but killing two Balrogs alone is considered to be the end of both. Is this too exaggerated?"

"What's the exaggeration?!" Romimos slapped the table, "Fingon also fought two Balrogs alone, what's the matter? Is Glorfindel inferior to him?"

What is the comparison? "It's not inferior, but since you mentioned His Majesty Fingon, you should know that although he fought very bravely, the final result is still very sad."

"That's because of Gothmog." Romimos waved his hand, "Let's not talk about the idiots, it's still okay to fight, but in the end, you will die with Exilion, right? Exilion Isn't it reasonable to kill one Gothmog and Glorfindel to kill two Balrogs together?"

"Weren't you still there?"

"I'm actually not good at fighting, I'm just watching the battle."

"It's really just watching the battle, watching Glorfindel kill two of your men, and not going to help?" Celebrimbor couldn't believe it, "Even if you can't fight in person, as Maia, you really can't find him." Do you have the slightest chance to make a move? Unless you don't want to help at all, right?"

"I... my strength was not as strong as it is now..." Romimos's voice softened, "Well, I really didn't do anything, because those two things actually attacked me behind me, this kind of subordinate Why not keep it if you don’t get rid of it as soon as possible?”

"But why did they attack you?" Celebrimbor asked a new question. "Gothmog should be dead by then, and you are their commander. How dare they do that?"

"Because I look easy to bully." Romemos flattened his mouth.

"It doesn't make sense." Celebrimbor bowed his head in thought. "What good will it do them to kill you? Unless it will be their turn to be the new commander after you die, which is obviously impossible. At that time, the large army of Angband Still in the city of Gondolin, these two should be just scouts responsible for exploring the way. Another possibility is that you did something against Morgoth, making them think that killing you can claim credit from Morgoth. So, what did you do?"

Romemus glared at him.

"You don't want to kill Glorfindel, you want to let him go," Celebrimbor went on, "even, you might want to let go of all of Gondolin. The truth is, Celebrindal and her The husband and sons have indeed survived, now that you have discovered the secret passage."

"This is all your speculation, you have no proof!"

"Whether my guess is true or not, I will find out when I return to Imlatri and ask Lord Glorfindel." Celebrimbor said, "But I haven't finished talking, just now Those are not the most important, the most important point is why you took such a big risk to openly defy the will of Morgoth? I think it is already obvious, just two weeks ago, you said the answer yourself , but then you lied again—your reason failed to overcome your emotions that time."

Romemos bowed his head in silence.

"Although Glorfindel was sacrificed for reasons I haven't thought of yet, maybe it was an accident, you succeeded in dispelling Sauron's suspicion by relying on this fact." Celebrimbor said, "But that's what I can think of. The biggest difference between you and Sauron is the biggest difference. Sauron will not let me and Erizan go for any reason, Luo Mi, and even a fleeting thought will not come."

"It is of no importance," said Romimus. "Glorfindel was not killed by me, but strictly speaking he died because of me. The end of Gondolin and Erejan It's no different."

"For those who still believe in hope, that little difference is comforting enough," said Celebrity, interlacing two fingers, "perhaps at first there was only a slight angle between the two lines difference, but you and I both know that as the lines go on, they only get farther and farther apart."

"Then, having said so much..." Romimos finally spoke after a long silence, "Are you willing to play the Lord of the Rings?"

"..." Celebrimbor turned her head stiffly.

"Um?!"

"...I'm a little hungry."

With a livid face, Romemos pushed over a large bowl of oatmeal soaked in fresh milk on the tray Palin sent.