[The Silmarillion] Romimus

"I have two pieces of news for you now," said Celebrimbor. "One good and one bad. Which would you like to hear first?"

Now three years have passed since the war between the elves and Sauron started. For these three years, Romimos and Celebrimbor have been doing their research day and night every day and night--for these two people Speaking of "forgetting sleep and food" is not a painful word, it's just a normal state when inspiration strikes.

But even for the two of them, it is too unrealistic to make any substantial breakthroughs in this field that was almost blank before in just a few years. This is a big project, so, of course Yes, occasional relaxation is also essential, such as drinking afternoon tea together or something.

"Well, what's the good news?" Romimos was listening to the crows chirping to her about the news from the outside world, focusing on Celebrimbor.

"The good news is that I calculated a new improvement plan for the material ratio last time. If it actually matches the theory, it is estimated that it can absorb 5.00% to about eight more energy than the original."

"Oh, that's really good news." Romemus finally turned his head willingly, and impatiently stretched out his hand to Celebrimbor, "Show me quickly."

Celebrimbor was not surprised by her reaction, and he took out a stack of papers and handed them to her.

While looking at the calculations with great interest, Romemos asked casually, "What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is..." Celebrimbor pointed to the chessboard between the two of them, "It's a check, Luo Mi."

Romimos raised his head from the paper and stared at the chess game in front of him like a dream.

"Impossible!" she cried at last, "how did I lose again?"

"You're so inattentive," Celebrimbor reprimanded her tenderly, "while you're pouring honey on your scones and talking to your little bird, I dare say you're thinking about at least Three formulas, have you devoted one-fifth of your energy to the game between you and me?"

"Oh, it's just a game of chess anyway, so lose if you lose." Romimos waved his hand, and Celebrimbor suspected that his words just now might have been taken as a compliment by this little brain, "If that's the case, then I There is also good news and bad news to tell you, which one do you listen to first?"

"Uh, bad news?"

"The bad news is——" Romemos raised the few pieces of paper in his hand, "Even if your conclusions are all correct, they are useless now."

"why?"

"This is the next piece of good news I want to tell you." Romemos deliberately paused for a few seconds, "Linton won! Numenor's army came to help a month ago, and it is said that the momentum is very large. Sauron has almost no power to fight back. If there is no accident, in a few months, at most a year, Sauron will have to withdraw from Eriador."

Celebrity blinked, and drained the coffee in one gulp without a word.

"You will be home in a moment, Telpe," said Romimos with a smile.

Later, as Romimos said, in less than a year, Sauron's army in the west was completely defeated by the overwhelming offensive of the Númenor Empire. Finally calm again.

In the spring of the following year Celebrimbor left the Evening Lands for Lindon.

"Won't you see me off?" asked Celebrimbor half-jokingly.

"I sent you off, I sent you downstairs." Romemos said, "It's not the first time for you to go out on your own. Why, are you reluctant to leave? Or are you reluctant to leave me?"

"In the few years here, almost every day of my life has been beyond my expectations." Celebrimbor said, looking at Romemos sincerely, "Thank you, Romeo."

"It's just a small matter, as long as you speak well of me to His Majesty Gilgilard and let him avoid troubles for me as much as possible in the future, it will be considered that my work is not in vain this time." Romemos said indifferently.

Celebrimbor hesitated to speak.

"Actually..." He couldn't help but finally said, "You know what I want to say. Since you and Sauron have chosen different paths, why don't you come back to us?"

"No." Romimos smiled and rejected him flatly, "No, there is not only day and night in the world, I don't belong to either of you. Besides, even if you are willing to try, it doesn't mean that other elves will do the same Accept me back."

"Yes, as long as they get to know you better..."

"I'm afraid no one is willing to understand me, and I won't bother them." Romemos said lightly, "Do you think you understand me? No, I am the one who saved you, but I destroyed Gondo. Lin's people are me too. If you take Morgoth and Sauron as your standard, I may indeed not be too bad, but if I finally have to kneel at the feet of the gods of the west one day, they will not because of me. Forgive me for my past sins."

"I just hope you won't be so lonely anymore." Celebrity said sadly, "Although you are not without people who love you, but Perrin and your little birds, their lifespan is after all. Limited. Even though there are always new people coming around you, they all eventually have to leave.”

"You call it loneliness, but I call it freedom." Romemos said, "For me, unnecessary involvement with others is as little as possible, so that my destiny can be completely controlled by myself .”

"But do you really enjoy this freedom so much?" asked Celebrimbor. "I thought we'd gotten along very well these years. Aren't we friends?"

"When you return to your people, you will have many friends, but I am afraid I will not." Romemos said, "The reason why you have the illusion that we are friends is because you are here and only I can say Let me talk. If I were to define the relationship between you and me...the partner should be more suitable, and we still have a tacit understanding during the research."

Celebrimorn looked startled and devastated: "I can't believe you're saying such callous things when we're about to part."

"Oh, I thought you were a more rational person. If you want me to be more reluctant, you should have said it earlier." Romemos said, "If you really value me so much, Then don't go, how about staying for me?"

"..."

"I'm just joking. Of course I know that you want to go back to your relatives. Since you won't stay and I don't want to leave, is it important whether we are friends? Anyway, we will never see each other again in the future."

"Why not?" Celebrimbor couldn't help asking.

"Oh, think about it with your clever head, Telpe." Romimus sighed helplessly, "Although the elves have the upper hand over Mordor now, there is no guarantee that it will always be like this. What about in the future? I'm willing to remain neutral, but Sauron won't, I can't let him find out that I have a connection with the elves, and it's best not to have even a little clue that might arouse his suspicion."

"In other words, we will be able to meet again on the day when Sauron is completely defeated."

"It's always good to have hope." Romemos smiled, "but don't talk too early, Sauron is not so easy to deal with, maybe he won't get any advantage on the frontal battlefield, but that doesn't mean He's no longer a threat. You'd better be prepared that maybe when I see you again the elves are cornered and you're crying for my help."

"Crying is too exaggerated, but if that time really comes, will you help us? Seeing that we are 'tacit cooperation partners'?"

Romemos smiled and remained silent for a long time.

"If it's really the last moment of desperation, you can come here secretly and don't let Sauron find out." Finally she let go, "But it's really time to say goodbye now, otherwise the sky will be dark. Well, although I'm not a god of good fortune , I wish you the best of luck, Lord Celebrimbor."

Romemus did what she said, and did not send Celebrimbor a mile further, and she turned and went back before Celebrimbor was quite gone.Before riding into the forest, Celebrimbor glanced back again. The clearing was empty, and the gate of the Tower of Twilight was closed, as calm as ever.

In the late summer of 1702 of the Second Age, Linton finally had the man whom everyone thought he would never see again.

Early in the morning, a guard came to report to Gilgalad that someone had asked to see him.

"He calls himself Romy Myron, but no one has heard of this strange name, and his appearance is also very strange." The guard said, "He said he came from Irejan before the fall, and he has news for you, and he can only Convey it face to face."

Gilgalad was indeed a little surprised. The fall of Erejan was nearly five years ago, and most of the few people who survived fled to Rivendell, but...who is right?The situation was so chaotic, maybe some people actually survived and were separated from others?

After a little thought, Gilgalad still decided to meet the elf, but just to be cautious, he summoned Elrond and Glorfindel who were also in Lindon at the same time.

At the entrance of the main hall, the elf took off his cloak with a wide brim. Gilgalad swore that he had never seen this man before, but the man's demeanor and firm eyes made him feel inexplicably familiar. Glancing sideways at Elrond, his frown showed that he felt the same as Gil-galad.

After being searched to prove that he was not carrying a weapon, the man walked up to Gilgalad, bowed and saluted him: "Your Majesty."

Gilgalad raised his hand to signal him to stand up: "What do you want to see me, Romy Myron?"

"I think that is what you wish to know," said the Elf, "but I wish that as few people as possible should know about it."

Gilgalad looked directly into the eyes of the elf for a whole few seconds, and the other party looked calm and unflinching. After staring at each other for a while, Gilgalad withdrew his gaze and ordered all the guards to wait outside the palace temporarily, but he Elrond and Glorfindel were not let go.

"Do you think that's okay?"

"Yes." The elf nodded in satisfaction. "The news I want to bring you is about Lord Celebrimbor."

Gilgalad's body shook slightly, and he leaned forward slightly with more concentration, trying to restrain his emotions as much as possible.

The elf on the opposite side took all these little actions of Gilgalad into his eyes, and pursed his lips subtly: "Actually, Lord Celebrimbor... is not dead."

"I knew it!" Gilgalad couldn't help but patted his chair up, "If Tel Perinqua was really dead, Sauron would have hung him out to demonstrate. He even said that the corpse had been fed by him Spider, what a mouthful of nonsense! Where is Telpe now? I'll send for him at once, Elrond, or you'll make another trip—"

"Cough." The elf coughed lightly, somehow he seemed to be a little bit amused, "That's unnecessary. Because he is already standing in front of you now."

After the words fell, the elf stretched out his right hand, starting from the root of the index finger of his left hand, as if there was something there, and stroked it all the way to the fingertips, then he spread out the palm of his right hand, and there was a ring lying there impressively.

Silver, set with sapphires, and white poppies on the ring.

Glorfindel stared at the ring as if he couldn't breathe.

Celebrimbor looked up. "I'm back, Erenian."

Gilgalad walked straight up to Celebrimbor as if sleepwalking, staring at him without blinking, raised his hand for a long time, and lightly touched the scar on Celebrimbor's face.

"It's left by Sauron, and it probably won't get rid of it." Celebrimbor said, pausing, "I'm really sorry I didn't listen to you then..."

"So this is not a dream." Gilgalad let out a long breath. For a moment he looked like he was about to cry, but he immediately controlled himself. Now he is also a king who has experienced many unimaginable storms. , "It's great that you're still here."