[The Silmarillion] Romimus

Pass through the fountain and small garden, and then go down the steps of the open-air theater built on the mountain, passing the circular stage in the center of the theater. There is a low wall behind the stage and a long row of buildings behind the wall for the theater. All the people here live in daily life and make various preparations before the performance.

There is no performance schedule today, and the stage and auditorium of the theater were deserted. It was not until the second half of the theater that the atmosphere suddenly became lively. Every house was filled with the sound of various voices, singing, and musical instruments. every corner here.

"This way." Okanomo waved at Romimos again and again. He has a strong body, and the movements of his feet are also very flexible, walking fast all the way.

Ocanom took Romemos to the right side of the backyard. The distribution of people and buildings there was much sparser than other parts of the backyard, and the noisy voices that were mixed together gradually weakened. It made Romimos heave a sigh of relief, the noise was torture to her ears.

When Okanomu stopped, there was finally only one sound left around, which was the intermittent sound of the pipe organ coming from the gray marble house in front of them.

"Here we are. Naquili works here most of the time. You can come here first if you need her in the future." Okanom said, sighing for some reason, "Miss Romemos, you may have to go here first." Wait for me outside the door for a little while, and I'll have you in as soon as possible."

Romimos responded, but he couldn't help being startled.

From the moment when the woman named Vesper stopped them halfway, Romemos realized this: not everyone in the Arlando Theater welcomed her.

In fact, she should have expected it a long time ago. After all, her notoriety was there, but Romemos didn't take it to heart at the time. First, she always disdains what others think of her, and second, she thought that even if these people actually They were not happy about it, but since her arrival was ordered by Farazon, they dared not show their inner resistance directly on their faces, even if they complained and stumbled, they must be working hard secretly.

However, judging from the current situation, there is really more than one person here who is straightforward and consistent.Should it be said that Farathon's power is still not shocking enough, or is it that the "great artists" here are so unreasonable?

Okanomu pushed the door and walked in. Once inside the building, the sound of the pipe organ, which sounded very loud from the outside, became even more majestic. Standing straight, the golden sunlight formed a beam of light from a narrow window on the side and shone on the keys and her body—but it was a thin woman.

"Naquili!" Okanomu waited for a few minutes, but the woman never looked back, so he had no choice but to interrupt her, "I brought Miss Romimos here."

Naquili stopped playing, but the aftertaste of the sound continued to linger in the house.

"So... do you have anything to tell her?" Okanomu asked cautiously, "I mean, do we have to hurry up a little bit? It will be Lichun in more than a month, His Majesty said , he wants to see our new work on the same day as Qi Ermei."

"You also know that we only have one month!" Naquili stood up and got angry all of a sudden, "One month! To train a person who doesn't know anything to go on stage immediately, the most important thing is to act One of my roles! Could it be that the place I am in is not the most formal and serious stage in the whole of Númenor, but some shoddy and improvised theater troupe?"

"Hey, calm down first." Okanomu hurried over, poured water for her, and comforted her, "I also know that time is too tight, but this is an order from His Majesty himself, and we can only obey."

"Oh." Naquili sneered, "Of course, it's not surprising that Farathon gave any ridiculous orders. What kind of art does he know?"

"Shh, you dare to say that!" Okanomu hastily stopped her from continuing, and he looked around nervously even though there were only the two of them, "Let's deal with this first. Even if There are some flaws in the performance, I think His Majesty will understand."

"He can understand, but I can't understand." Naquili sat down on the stool with a cold face, "Don't you understand? But if you start this time, the Alando Opera House will really become a jumping bridge in the future The clown can come to a place where he can get involved. Of all of us here, since I came to the theater, which one has not been able to come in with excellent skills and passed the actual examination? Now because of his power and power, he can be a cat or a dog Is it all stuffed here?"

"Anyway, look at the person before you talk." Okanomo took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "That lady is really beautiful..."

"Are we here an opera house or a brothel?" Boss Naquili rolled her eyes unceremoniously, "Don't say anything, I will never agree to her acting in my script."

A quarter of an hour later, Okanom opened the door dejectedly.

"It seems that Miss Naquili doesn't really want to see me." Romemos said lightly.

"Ha, that's natural." Vesper gloated from the side, "Miss Naquili is one of the most demanding performers in our theater. If you grow up to look like a fairy, if you can't sing, she won't sing." Will accept you."

"Why are you here, Vespa?" Okanomo asked wearily.

Vespa looked unnatural for a moment, but she quickly adjusted her expression and said confidently: "I'm here to return this man's coat. Hey, who cares about her fake kindness."

Having said that, unless Romemos spoke, the woman had no intention of taking off the cloak on her body. Her fingertips couldn't stop stroking the soft and comfortable fabric, and she was reluctant to leave.

Romemos was not in a hurry to ask her for it. A piece of clothing was nothing to her, and she would not feel sorry for throwing it away, but if she could exchange it for something useful, it would be a good profit.

"It's cold, Miss Vespa should wear it first." She shrugged.

"Hey, you don't have much clothes on." Okanomo rubbed his hands and stomped his feet, and opened the door, "Quick, you two come in to keep warm."

"Is this appropriate?" Romimos asked, "If Miss Naquili is not welcome, maybe I'd better not go in and bother her."

"Oh." Okanomu sighed for the first time today, with an apologetic face, "Don't take it to heart, Naquili has a bit of a stubborn temper, but I will persuade her again."

"It's useless even if you grind your mouth, unless her voice is made of gold and diamonds, otherwise, let's go home as soon as possible." Naquili's sharp voice came from the room.

Romemos raised his eyebrows slightly: "So, the reason Miss Naquili doesn't want to see me is because she thinks I can't sing?"

"That's right." Okanom seemed to hear some hope, "Would you do it?"

"A little bit." Romimos nodded reservedly, "but..."

Okanomu didn't seem to hear the second part of her sentence, his eyes lit up, he pulled Romemos and walked towards the house yelling: "Nakuli, Miss Romemos can sing, you Don't be so anxious!"

Vespa stood outside the door, stunned for a while, and then walked in angrily, muttering in a low voice: "She said she can sing? As long as she opens her mouth and can make a sound, a crow can say that she can sing." "

Naquili probably had the same thoughts as Vespa, her expression didn't stretch much because of Romimos' words.

At least for a second before seeing Romemos, she still had a long face—to be honest, can anyone not help getting angry in front of Romemos' face?Except for the blind and Glorfindel.

Naquili's expression froze, her mouth opened slightly, and she just looked at Romimos as if she was frozen in place.Romemos didn't comb his hair up today, but spread it softly around his cheeks as delicate as white jade and ivory. He was wearing a long golden dress. Naquili suspected that the dress was not made of cloth and cotton, but of gold. Because it seems to reflect the golden light of the rising sun outside the window, the other party's head is wearing the same texture headdress, which is a metal crown carved into roses and olive branches, and her eyes, which Naquili has never seen before Knowing that there could be a man with eyes like these, deeper than gold, brighter than amber, more beautiful than all gems.

Standing there, she looked like a golden statue of a gorgeous, noble and inviolable goddess.

At the same time, Romimos was also looking at her calmly. Naquili is a tall woman with thin shoulders. Her slightly curly black hair is combed back. Her skin is very fair and her nose bridge is high and thin. Narrow, she might be a beauty if her face wasn't so harsh and severe, but even the soft coral pink dress on her couldn't save it. Her cheeks were long and thin, her eyebrows were slightly messy, and her eyes were typical hard work Manors have gray.

It wasn't until Okanom cleared her throat that Naquili suddenly came back to her senses, her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment.

Vespa's expression was complicated.

"You are indeed beautiful, but I still say that," Naquili gasped a few times, and said, "The only thing that the Alando Opera House needs are excellent singers and performers. Did you just say you can sing?"

Romemos nodded again: "But I haven't sung it for a long time, and I don't know if it will suit Miss Naquili."

As we all know, it is very difficult for a person who cannot sing to gain a foothold inside and outside of Arda. Singing is the ultimate expression of all power. As long as you sing well enough, you can be like no one in Morgoth's stronghold Rescue your cousin in the same environment; let the most hard-hearted person agree to bring your lover back to life; even open up a sub-Asia and create the universe, all of which are inseparable from singing.On the contrary, if you are defeated in a song fight, you may be killed.

As a member of Ainu who once created the world with singing, as long as you don't compare it with the Valar and Melian, it can't be said that Romimos can't sing. Even so, unless necessary, Romimus Moss seldom sings in normal times.She doesn't hate music, but she clearly prefers to create with the colors and light she can see with her eyes rather than the notes with her ears.

"Stop talking about useless gossip." Naquili cleared her throat and crossed her arms. According to her temperament, such a questioning tone is considered gentle, "You have received systematic singing before. Or acting training?"

"No." Romemos replied innocently.

Naquili pursed her lips: "Then have you had any acting experience before?"

"No." In fact, Romemos hated acting, or she hated anyone judging her. I really don't know what Sauron thought when he said that this job was suitable for her.

Naquili frowned, and Okanom on the side was worried: "Then what do you mean when you say you can sing?"

"I've had a few choruses with some of my colleagues in the past, but I don't think that counts as a show."

"Chorus..." Naquili paused, then reluctantly nodded, "It can be regarded as some singing experience. To be more specific, what is the name of the song? Which part do you sing?"

"A name? Even if there is one, I can't say it in a language that humans can understand now." Romemos said, "Because it is a movement that is only completed once and no one knows its final shape until it is completed, However, in the mouth of the elves, they are used to calling it the 'Creation Chapter'."

A few seconds of silence.

"What ghost song, I've never heard of it." Vespa said, looking at the other two, "Boss, have you heard of it?"

"Maybe it's... a relatively small historical ballad of elves." Naquili said uncertainly.

"The works of the elves have disappeared in Numenor many years ago, so it's not surprising if you haven't heard of them." Okanomu comforted them.

Romemus hesitated to speak.

"Don't talk about it, it's useless to talk about it," Vesper turned his head and looked at Romemos, "Regardless of whether the movement of Lao Shizi is really as mysterious as you said, you should sing a few words first. "

Romemos smiled helplessly: "Is this an exam?"

"Forget it." Naquili still pursed her lips tightly, "As long as you can prove that you can really sing, or at least have potential, I agree with you to participate in this performance."

"Then I'll just sing a part." Romemos sighed, "After all, I'm not a professional singer, and I still hope that Miss Naquili will hold her hands high."

Naquili was unmoved: "Do you need an accompaniment?"

"That's unnecessary," said Romemos, who stood in front of the sunny window, cleared her throat a little, and then stood still, looking straight ahead and singing aloud.

When the first note was issued from the depths of her body, Naquili's body couldn't help but tremble, and all the light in the room seemed to be dimmed for a moment, as if it was not noon, but approaching dusk.In the dim twilight, Romimus shines brighter and brighter, because she is the only light in the shadow.

This was completely beyond everyone's expectations. Even Director Ocanom, who most hoped that Romimos would shine, never expected to hear such a singing voice. It was no longer like a human voice. It's more like a mysterious musical instrument, with a deep and smooth tone, beautiful and shifty tones, not sad, but with a sense of loneliness, even if people can't understand the lyrics she sang, they can't help but feel at the top of their hearts. Trembling at her singing.

Romemos really only sang for a while and then stopped, but judging from the reactions of the stunned three people, this was enough.

"It seems that I passed?" She raised the corner of her mouth and asked.