[The Silmarillion] Romimus

"I'm sorry I'm late." After returning to Minas Tiris, Antonia found Queen Gilleen immediately, "I was accidentally delayed on the road. Did anything happen during my absence? "

"Don't worry, drink some water first." Gillane said as she handed the cup to her. "Everything is fine. When you are away, Lord Glorfindel will always take your place."

"I'm really sorry." Antonia said quietly, "I'll go and thank him."

"You really should go, Lord Glorfindel has taught you for nearly a month longer than originally agreed upon, although he is very nice and never complained, but you really went too far this time. Gilleen's tone was mild but reproachful, "What delayed you?"

"It's nothing special, it's just that I forgot the time on a whim outside." Antonia lowered her head, "I'm sorry."

Gilleen sighed: "Forget it, I also know that you have always had a temperament of doing whatever you want, and I have wronged you for insisting on keeping you in the palace for so many years. But in the future, even if something happens temporarily, at least I will send you a letter first. I don't know how worried we are about you, Estel almost dragged Lord Glorfindel out of the city to find you in person."

"He just wants to go out and play." Antonia whispered.

"Half and half." Gilleen laughed, "It's true that I want to go out and have a look, and it's true that I care about you."

"I'm sorry." Antonia apologized again, "Then you said you need me for something, is that what you mean?"

"That's not all, actually there is another thing." Gilleen's expression suddenly became unnatural, and his eyes no longer looked directly at Antonia, "About half a year ago, you gave me a batch of you All kinds of clothes you make yourself, please let me help you to give to others, right?"

"Just dispose of it. It doesn't matter if you want to give it away or burn it."

"Don't be silly, who is willing to waste such good clothes for nothing?" Jillian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I found a suitable person to give away most of them, except for one..."

Gilleen took out the dress from the cabinet and handed it to Antonia, who took it expressionlessly.

Sure enough, it was the elf cloak.

"Your craftsmanship is astonishing, and this cloak is also very beautiful." Gilleen carefully looked at Antonia's face - she couldn't see anything, "But it's really too picky, I'm afraid there are not many in the whole of Gondor." One can just fit it."

Antonia's lips trembled slightly, and then she lowered her head and smiled softly: "I didn't think carefully, because this is a garment woven with elf techniques, so I made it the size of elves without even thinking about it. Really confused."

"Actually, it's not that no one can wear it at all." Jillraine twisted her fingers together uncomfortably, "Lord Glorfindel was originally dressed very well..."

"Did he wear it?"

"Try it through once."

"But he doesn't like it? Or does he feel uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all." Gilraine's expression became more cramped, "Everything is perfect, but... Lord Glorfindel is not sure whether he should accept this gift."

Antonia was silent for half a minute, then nodded slightly: "I understand. But you don't need to tell me these things. Since I have entrusted these clothes to you, who will they be sent to?" Or if it is not sent out, it has nothing to do with me."

"Other clothes may be like this, but this cloak is very special, isn't it?" Gillean said, "No matter who it will be worn on in the end, I think you should take it back now instead of letting me casually wear it." Dispose of it."

Romimos held the cloak in her arms and walked towards her residence in the White City.

Since staying in the palace, Romemos has been living alone in an inconspicuous white hut next to the palace library. The advantage is that the environment is quiet, and most of the people who come to patronize him are elegant people, which is quite called Luomi. Moss thought; the disadvantage is that there will be very few people nearby when the sky gets dark, and the lights are dark at night, except for a few owls occasionally making a strange cry, the whole night is silent, which is a bit scary for a woman who lives alone, Gilleen He also proposed several times to move her to a place closer to the center of the palace and with more people, but Romimos declined all of them.

Now that the sun has just set, the western sky is a hazy gray-purple, while the east is a sapphire blue. On the way back, Romemos only occasionally saw one or two people, and they all came towards her and then ran in the opposite direction. After a while, there was no one in sight as far as she could see, except for Romimus, whose leather shoes knocked on the stone pavement, making regular crisp sounds.

It was not completely unexpected that the clothes were not sent out. Although Romimos hoped that he and Glorfindel would get back together, or at least the relationship between the two would ease and they could get along peacefully. It was just wishful thinking on her part, and Glorfindel clearly had no intention of forgiving her.

Romemos sighed silently inwardly.

Although she had already borrowed Gillean's hands instead of handing the things to Glorfindel herself, she still sewed the cloak herself, and it has nothing to do with her, let alone even if she said the clothes would be sent to Glorfindel. It doesn't matter to anyone, but in fact, Romimos himself knows that this excuse is very poor, but can it be her fault?What can an elf do if she's taller than most humans?

The bottom line is that she did such a good job. Even if it only took three or four minutes of effort, the clothes are still so beautiful. It is not a perfunctory job at first glance. Next time—if there is a next time—she should put all the stitches together. Sew it crookedly, so that it doesn't look like she is deliberately planning to give someone a gift, as if she is begging someone to accept it.

But then again, isn't it just a piece of clothing?So what if I accept it?You take it back and throw it away, burn it, and put it in the box to collect dust, isn’t it all right?Wouldn't it be embarrassing to just reject her so directly?One must know that the number of people in Baicheng who are willing to use a whole pound of gold to beg for a piece of clothing she sewed cannot be counted.

The more Romemos thought about it, the angrier he became, and even the clothes he made in his arms didn't look pleasing to the eye, and he even wanted to throw them on the ground and step on his feet, as if it was Glorfindel's face, and then birds, squirrels, Whoever likes to take it can take it, talking about winter is coming soon, and giving them a nest is better than giving it to a white-eyed wolf who doesn't know what to do.

But when Romimos looked down at the cloak angrily, he saw a faint golden light shining in the gray-green fabric.

She froze for a moment, then stretched out her hand, and took out a hair from the folds of her clothes.

Golden hair.

Uh-huh, Gilraine also told her that Glorfindel tried on this dress once.

But the strange thing is, whether the clothes fit or not, he doesn't want them anyway, so why try?

Sure enough, it was because her craftsmanship was so good that even Glorfindel almost couldn't resist the temptation, right?

Romemos raised the corners of his mouth slightly, hugged the coat in his arms tightly again, buried half of his face in it, and gently took a breath of the warm air inside with his nose.

As a result, when she raised her head again, she saw the real master head-on.

Romimos really wanted to pretend he didn't see anything and turn around and leave, but Glorfindel had obviously noticed her and walked straight in her direction, so Romimos could only bite the bullet and greet her: " Lord Glorfindel."

"Antonia." Glorfindel stopped in front of her, "You are finally back."

"Yes, I'm sorry for taking so long. Are you waiting for me?" Romemos asked, where they met only a few hundred meters away from her home.

"No," said Glorfindel, "I just came back from the library and just passed by."

"That's a coincidence." Romemos tried hard to think what he could say. "By the way, I heard from Her Royal Highness that you have been helping me with history lessons when I was away. I am really sorry for you."

"Not enough."

"If you need my help in the future, please feel free to ask."

"I see."

The atmosphere was once awkward.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take a step first." Romemus said in a dry tone, turning sideways to go around Glorfindel.

"Why did you come back so late?" Glorfindel finally asked.

Romemos stopped and turned around: "Because I have made new progress in my research during this period, I was too devoted and lost the time, I am sorry."

"I almost thought you wouldn't be coming back," Glorfindel said.

"I've been in Isengard." Romemos said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Saruman."

"I didn't doubt you," said Glorfindel, "I mean, I thought you didn't want to stay in Gondor anymore."

Romemos was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because I'm here." After a few seconds of silence, Glorfindel said, "Estair said that you have never been away for such a long time before, let alone returned a full month late, until after I came .I thought you were avoiding me."

"No." Romimos froze for a moment, then immediately denied, "Why do you think so?"

"Because you're afraid that I'll retaliate against you? Being with me makes you uncomfortable? Or is there some new secret plan that you don't want me to discover?" Glorfindel shrugged, "Who knows what you're thinking every day."

"I have no secret plans," said Romimos, "and I have not avoided you, nor will I ever do. You are right to avenge Gondolin in whatever way you want, and I have nothing to say. What, then, will you do?" ?”

"I haven't made up my mind yet." Glorfindel held back for a long time before saying, "Let's leave it for later."

"Alright." Romemos tilted his head, "Although I can't help you if you want to expose my real identity, since you haven't done so for so long, maybe you don't mind letting me reveal Antonia from beginning to end." From the ground to the curtain call? Three years later, Aragorn will become an adult, and he won’t need me anymore, so I’ll be at your disposal at that time, is that okay?”

Glorfindel could only nod stiffly.

He has to find something else to talk about quickly, Glorfindel thought, Romimos can always put himself in a weak and helpless position, obviously she did something wrong, now it seems that he is bullying her It seems that the most terrifying thing is that even he himself almost feels guilty!He just heard that she came back to take a look, didn't he want to do anything well? !

"The clothes are beautiful." Glorfindel said, he caught a glimpse of a cloak in Romimoth's hand out of the corner of his eye, and boasted in passing, but soon he discovered that it was the one he rejected That one, however, has already been spoken, and I can't take it back even if I want to.

"Thank you." Romimos looked natural, "It's just that the size is too big, I plan to take it back and change it."

"Big?"

"After all, His Highness Aragorn is only 16 years old now, and his stature has not yet grown."

"Estair will definitely continue to grow taller."

"The shoulders are narrow again, and they still have to be corrected."

"So it wasn't for me?" Glorfindel asked casually, as if casually.

Romemos stopped abruptly.

"Who told you I was just for you?" She glared at him. "Lord Glorfindel feels really good about himself."

"It's not that it must be for me." Glorfindel touched his nose, "But I'm the only one in the whole White City who wears it properly, isn't it right?"

"That's really unfortunate. But since this is the case, it's okay to give it to you, but you have already refused, can I still force you to accept it?"

"So you gave it to me," Glorfindel said emphatically, "not the Queen, and not anyone else."

"I never said that." Romimos spun half a circle as if dancing on his toes, and continued to walk forward, "Even if I originally wanted to give it to you, I have changed my mind now. A few rags are just right for taking the clothes off."

Just talk nonsense, the fabric of the elf cloak does not absorb water, how can it be used as a rag.Glorfindel groaned inwardly.

"Then how can I make Miss Antonia change her mind?" But he could only follow Romimos's words.

"Why, you want this cloak again now? You don't have to force yourself. I dare say that as long as you stand on the street and shout, at least a dozen girls will knit the clothes and send them to you the next day. Crying and begging you to put it on, but I won't do that." Romimos said lightly, "But if you really need it urgently, I can't think about it."

"Then thank you—"

"Five hundred gold coins." Romimos put away his smiling face and looked serious.

Glorfindel's outstretched arm stopped in mid-air, wondering if he heard it wrong: "How much?"

"Five hundred gold coins, no bargaining."

"You might as well grab it!" Glorfindel shouted, "Even if you are skilled, such a cloak is not worth the price."

"In your eyes, this is of course an ordinary cloak, but it is not to humans. How many people do you think have seen the magic cloak of elves? Even if it is the simplest kind, let alone own one." Luo Mi Moss was proud, "What's more, this is not just an ordinary elven cloak, but an elven cloak worn by the famous Lord of the Golden Flower. If I get it to be auctioned on the black market, I'm afraid it will cost less than five hundred gold coins." .”

"I've only worn it once..."

"It's been worn too, and I have proof." Romemos took out the curly blond hair from his pocket and held it up high, "It's real elf hair, it will shine. Wow, if I even If you sell a single hair together, the price may double."

"I took the clothes, but you can keep your hair." Glorfindel said, taking the clothes from Romimos.

"Five hundred—"

"I'll give you six hundred gold coins, are you satisfied, Miss Profiteer?"

"Do you have so much money now?" Romemos looked suspicious, "Although this cloak is very valuable, wouldn't it be boring for you to buy it back?"

"Then what can I do? I can't just sit and watch you use my name to make black money." Glorfindel sighed, "Besides, this cloak looks ordinary, but the cloaks woven by elves often have , but this is the one that came from Mai Ya's hand, so I still earned it."

"Ah, then I won't sell it." Romemos pouted and snatched the clothes back.

"How can you change your mind after negotiating a price like you do in business?" Glorfindel complained.

"Then don't buy it..." Romimos was a rogue to the end.

When the two of them walked all the way to the door of Romemus' residence, it was completely dark.

"I'm here." Romimus stood on two steps, slightly two inches taller than Glorfindel, "Thank you for taking me back."

"On the way," Glorfindel said, "I left something in the library, and I'm going back."

"Oh, is that so?" Romemos said regretfully, "I wanted to invite you in for a glass of juice, so it won't delay your business."

"seriously?"

"Of course it's a polite word, do you actually mean it?" Romimos quickly rolled his eyes, "See you tomorrow, Lord Glorfindel."

"I'll see you in class tomorrow, Antonia." Glorfindel said, standing there straight and watching Romimos open the door with the key, and after walking in, he turned his head and winked at him, and then disappeared in the heavy The other side of the closed door.

He stood there for another 2 minutes, until the warm yellow lights came on in the room, then turned and walked slowly towards the opposite direction of the library.

There was a click, and the door opened behind him.Glorfindel turned his head and saw Romimus coming out with a lamp, looked around, and then ran towards him with small steps.

Glorfindel didn't know what she was doing, but he still went to meet her, and when Romemus ran up to him, he stretched out his hand to gently support her arm, and then immediately took it back: "Is there anything else? "

"It's cold now, and the wind is strong at night. There is still a long way to go back to the city center from here. I thought about it, and for the sake of taking me home, it's not impossible to lend you the cloak for a day." Romemos said, handing the clothes on the other hand to Glorfindel, and specifically reminding him, "It's just on loan to you, don't forget to return it to me tomorrow."

"It's five hundred gold coins, maybe I forgot," said Glorfindel.

"Then I'll report you to His Majesty Arathorn." Romemus said seriously, and after watching Glorfindel put on the cloak, he handed him the lamp in the other hand, "I'll lend you this first too." If you stumble and break your leg, no one will save you on this road."

"Thank you, your words are as pleasant as ever."

After sending Romimos home for the second time, Glorfindel set off briskly on his way home. In the darkness all around him, a lamp in his hand was worth more than thousands of stars in the sky.