[The Silmarillion] Romimus

It was a blow to the head. Romemos (who thinks she is) is not a person who cannot accept criticism with an open mind, but if the accusations of others cannot convince her, it will be difficult for her to swallow this breath easily.

Apparently that's the way it is now.As Romimos herself said, she once hated performing like a monkey on the stage according to the fate of the characters whose coffins had been decided, but ironically, except for the 2000 years in the land of twilight, she Acting in front of all kinds of people almost all the time, and without exception, she performed vividly-maybe this is why Sauron thinks she is very suitable for the role of an actor.In this way, although Romemoss is indeed not a professional actor, and it is true that she did not spend all her energy in the current play, she will not be judged as useless, right?

"Then I really want to ask for advice." Romemos said, with no trace of anger in his face or tone.

"All your performances are suppressed and restrained." Ilfarin said, and when he talked about acting, he immediately began to talk, "You are not acting at all, you are just reading the script."

"Is there any difference?"

Ilfarin looked insulted, glaring at Romemos, as if he had to take a lot of effort to convince himself that he was a complete newcomer in front of him and not like her.

"If all the actors are like you, then the people who go to the theater should just buy the script and read it themselves." Ilfarin said, "You have to let the audience feel your charm, and pass the emotion directly to them. Free yourself instead of talking to yourself like an ice beauty frozen in a crystal. Your performance may seem perfect, but it is really empty. When actors are on stage, our own personalities must give way to The personality of the character, and you didn’t really get involved for even a second. Even if your voice is singing here, your soul is always floating outside the stage. In fact, even your songs are the same, except for the skills in your performance what else?"

After the count was over, except for Vesper snickering in the background, there was no sound around, and after a while, Okanomu came out to smooth things over.

"Ilfarin, are you being too strict? Miss Romemus has just arrived, and she didn't specialize in performances before. This is the first rehearsal. You need to be more patient."

"I'm already very patient, sir, if it were someone else, I wouldn't be wasting time here." Ilfarin folded his arms and didn't look back, "And didn't you tell me that this Is the lady a genius? I was expecting to be surprised, but this is certainly enough to surprise."

Ocanom glanced back and forth between Ilfarin and the expressionless Romimos a few times with an expression of unease, and finally stepped aside quickly, while waving to let Ilfarin pass, they thought If you whisper in that place, other people will not be able to hear you, but Romemos's hearing is far superior to that of everyone present.

"I know you, and Naquili, you have always been very strict with your own works. But, alas, you should have heard that this time it is really a special situation. His Majesty has personally said that Miss Romimos The first time you have to appear on the stage, it is for our Arlando Opera House, don’t be so picky this time, I think Miss Romemus’s performance is actually pretty good..."

"It may be just enough to deal with those who watch the scene." Ilfarin interrupted Okanom, "but for me, this level of performance can't even meet my minimum requirements. Don't you Didn't you see her eyes just now? How does it look like the queen's eyes when she saw her beloved husband triumphantly? She doesn't care whether I live or die in the war outside, she might be happier when I die. "

"Think about her true identity, Ilfarin. She is a prisoner captured by His Majesty after the defeat. It is too difficult to force her to smile for this victory."

"From the moment she stood on the stage, she was no longer her." Ilfarin did not budge, "I have a hunch, if this continues, until the day of the official performance, we will just One can stay on stage."

"Oh, don't say that, don't say that." Okanomo sighed, but the Arlando Opera House never lacked stubborn bulls, and in the end they had to return to the stage.

"Have you had enough rest? Let's start again." Ilfarin ordered.

For a moment, everyone present looked at Romemos, waiting to see what would happen next.These people didn't deliberately want to see Romimos' jokes. After all, she was a beautiful woman. Except for Ilfarin, no one would be so serious with her, but they didn't dare to come out to rescue Romimos. It is also understandable that even Chief Okanom can't persuade them, so what can they do.

But Romemos didn't seem annoyed at all. She nodded and said, "Aren't you going to come with me?"

Ilfarin froze for a moment.

"You said that my performance is too empty and I have no emotional communication with the outside world, but if I practice alone, it will be difficult to improve even if I do it over and over again." Romimos looked very sincere .

Ilfarin opened his mouth for a moment. He probably wanted to say that an excellent actor can express all kinds of emotions freely even in the air, but he realized in time that Romimoth is a completely new and irreplaceable newcomer actor. It seems a bit difficult to demand her with the standard of "excellent actor".

"Alright then." He agreed as if reluctantly.Normally, a top figure in an opera house like him would not play with a rookie—it should be said that usually no rookie can enter here, but this time the situation is indeed special.

"Then I'll start singing from the point where I've returned from the great battle. You should prepare your emotions first." Ilfarin ordered, and Romimos nodded as he said.

To be honest, Ilfarin is worthy of his status as a pillar of the Arlando Opera House, and he has shown Farathon's majestic appearance with both form and spirit, which is extremely contagious.

Next, Romimos also successfully completed her singing repertoire again.

"How do you feel this time?" she asked modestly.

"It's better than before." Ilfarin nodded, then shook his head again, "But it still doesn't work."

Romemos smiled: "So shall we do it again?"

Second time.

"What about this time?"

"It's still not enough."

"Then do it again."

The third time.

"How about it?"

"It's really bad, not as good as last time."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I hope you can give me a chance to make amends."

Fourth time.

"Again?"

"it is good……"

Fifth time.

"Shall we do it again?"

Sixth time.

"One more time?"

……

"Again."

"Come again."

"Come."

……

The sun had already risen to its highest point, and began to slowly set again.

"Shall we do it again?" Romimos laughed.

"Hmm..." Ilfarin nodded mechanically in agreement.

I can't count how many times I have repeated this back and forth. Ilfarin's forehead is covered with fine beads of sweat, and his gorgeous and beautiful voice has long since become hoarse.

But Romimos ignored him and said, "One more time."

"Both of you, stop!" Okanomu was terrified in the audience, and finally couldn't help rushing up to interrupt them.

"Okay." Romemos smiled, "Then let's rest for 10 minutes and start over again."

Okanomu's face turned green: "You have been practicing for a long time, let's stop here today."

"Yes." Romemus said softly, "If Mr. Ilfarin is satisfied, then stop. Mr. Ilfarin, can we do it again?"

"One more time." Ilfarin repeated her words like a puppet.

Romemos showed an innocent look that I can't help it.

For Ilfarin, everything was out of control. Maybe he gradually fell into it on the seventh or eighth time, but it doesn't really matter. The rotation of night and day has also lost its meaning. There is only a chaotic dark gold in front of his eyes, and there is only one voice-low, sweet, musical-like in his ears.

"Let's sing it again."

And he followed her as if he was following his instinct without thinking, because the voice sounded so pleasant to him, and it was so natural that there was no doubt that it would be a shameful thing to refuse.

But after tireless efforts again and again, he still couldn't get closer to that voice, and it got worse. His own voice became more and more unpleasant, hoarse and rough, which made Ilfarin's hair stand on end, but The voice next to his ear still echoed around him like a spell.

"Do it again, do it again. Listen to what this is? It's almost the same as the sound of sawing wood. Aren't you the best actor and singer at the Arlando Opera House? Then do it again, do it again."

"Again?" Romimos asked with a narrowed smile.

Ilfarin nodded numbly, but just as he opened his mouth this time, he suddenly bent down and coughed loudly, but even the coughing sound was as rough as sandpaper.He coughed for a long time, and couldn't even hold himself half kneeling in front of Romemos, beads of sweat fell to the ground.

"Enough!" Ocanom jumped onto the stage and sternly stopped Romemos, "I don't care what you say, today's rehearsal must end! Now!"

"Since you said so." Romemos shrugged, turned and walked towards the dressing room backstage.Everyone, including Vespa, made way for her like some monster.

It wasn't until she disappeared on the stage that Ilfarin broke free from the terrible hallucination. He couldn't remember exactly what happened just now. He only felt that his eyes were blurred by coughing up tears and dizziness. There was a burning smell of blood in his throat, and his whole body was as cold and sticky as if he was soaked in salt water. Manager Ocanom seemed to be beside him, looking down at him clumsily, shouting something incessantly, but He could hear nothing but humming in his ears.

Ten seconds later, he fainted on the stage with a bang.

the next day.

Ocanom found Romemos early in the morning, and his face was unprecedentedly serious and ugly.

"Why are you here, Mr. Okanomo?" Romimos looked normal, "I'm going to rehearse."

"Rehearsals are temporarily canceled," Okanomo said.

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Okanomu paused for a long time before opening his mouth calmly: "Il Farin, who plays the leading actor, is ill. The doctor said that the situation is not optimistic, with excessive use of the throat, severe dehydration, bleeding in the throat... at least one Not being able to speak loudly for a week, even having difficulty eating, may even affect my voice later on.”

"My God, it's a pity." Romemus frowned, "Then what about our performance?"

"Acting? Now you're still talking about acting!" Okanomu said in disbelief, "Do you understand what you did? You ruined the best actors and singers here!"

Romemos' eyes widened immediately, as if he was even more inconceivable than Okanomo: "Are you going to blame me for this misfortune? Just because I failed to persuade Mr. Ilfarin to understand temperance and Is enough enough?"

Okanomu choked: "...you dragged him to practice all the time."

"If he feels uncomfortable, he can stop and rest." Romemos looked aggrieved, "Can I still force him? You were there at the time, Mr. Ilfarin was too picky, always Not satisfied with me, I'm a newcomer who doesn't know anything, of course I can only cooperate with him to practice again and again."

Okanomu remained silent for a while with a tangled expression, then adjusted his tone and lowered his tone: "Miss Romemos, I know that Ilfarin's attitude at the beginning might make you unhappy, but This is because you don’t know him yet, he is not deliberately targeting you, the reason why he is so strict with you is for your own good..."

"Oh, don't be like this, how dare I be unhappy." The smirk on Romemos's face was without warmth, "In my opinion, it is because of Mr. Ilfarin's own actions Misjudgment. It is true that he practiced for a long time, but I was with him the whole time, and I may have even sung more than he did, and since I could not feel tired at all, Mr. Ilfarin may have mistakenly thought that he Yes, or just don't want to be inferior to a newcomer. But the bottom line is that Mr. Ilfarin, and everyone in this opera house, including you... seem to have no idea what I am. You don't know, and you are too reckless and arrogant about things you don't know enough about."

Okanom finally realized that he had held his breath unconsciously since at some point, the person in front of him—no, the existence in front of him was a little shorter than him, but as she approached him step by step, her body The shape seems to be so tall and majestic that it cannot be described in words, as inevitable as the dark sky that gradually spreads in the evening.

Then she walked in front of him, suddenly became shorter again, and turned back into that slender, delicate and beautiful woman.

"So, what about our next performance, Mr. Okanomo?" Romimos asked softly.