frightfiction Chapter 122 Chapter 122
Chapter 122 Chapter 122
"I then thought maybe I was wrong."
"What do you mean by 'maybe'? You were wrong in the first place."
Another class is over.Romimos's daily life in Gondor was basically running back and forth between the classroom and the dormitory, talking to himself on the way home, and being interrupted by the people behind him.
"I mean the Land of Twilight, not Gondolin." Romimos gave him a white look, "Why are you following me?"
"Who's following you? I'm going back to the library to return the books, just on the way," Glorfindel said.
"I didn't realize how much you love reading before, but now I wish I could go to the library eight times a week." Romemos sneered at him, "I remember you don't live close to the library, do you?"
"Your house is very close, otherwise you can return the book for me? I don't have to 'follow' you." Glorfindel took two quick steps, chasing after Romimos to her side.
"It's a good idea, why should I pay it back for you?" Romemos snorted, "Speaking of returning things, I suddenly remembered, when do you plan to return the coat and lantern I lent you? It's been half a year Bar."
"Didn't you return the lantern last time?"
"Aren't you going to let me go again the next day? Why are you pretending to be confused?" Romimos glared at him, "The lantern is fine, I'm not short of a lamp. What about the cloak? It's worth a thousand gold coins. "
"Didn't you agree on five hundred gold coins last time?"
"Six hundred. But after being worn by the Lord of the Golden Flower for so long, I think it should appreciate in value."
Glorfindel looked at the sky speechlessly: "It was Morgoth's loss that he didn't let you be in charge of Angband's finances."
"Don't talk about him, where are the clothes?"
"You clearly saw that I was wearing it. Why don't I take it off now and return it to you?"
"Hmph, forget it, it's winter, I can't afford to freeze you up."
"What did you mean when you said that what happened in the Twilight Land was your fault?" After enough chatter, Glorfindel finally remembered their initial topic, "Although you are a lord who is really too worry-free , and pardon me for disagreeing with your position, but objectively speaking, I think you are quite beloved."
"Of course sheep love a shepherd who protects them from wolves," said Romemus, "but I'm the one who despises such things the most. Long-term ease wears down most people's will and makes them content The current status quo does not want to make progress, so when the wolves really enter the sheepfold, those poor lambs have neither sharp horns nor strong legs, so what else can they do but be slaughtered?"
"Your thoughts are always so strange." Glorfindel said, "Why don't you think so? If you hadn't provided assistance to those people at that time, they might have been exterminated before the end of the Second Era."
"Of course it's possible, and it's quite possible, to be honest," Romemus said, "but one of the most wonderful and fascinating things about human beings is that they often come out of their greatest potential in moments of greatest crisis." , so their fate can have countless possibilities. My point is that I may have obliterated those possibilities that were slim but existed. People who always feel that they still have a way out are impossible to give it a go. "
"You're really hard on your own people," Glorfindel complained. "Instead of blaming the sheep for their weakness and the shepherd's negligence, don't you think the wolf's greed and bloodlust are the root cause of all tragedies?"
"I agree, but is there any practical use in worrying about who is right and who is wrong?" asked Romemus. "Even if all the sheep denounced the wolf's behavior together, it would not do more harm to the wolf than a pair of bows and arrows. A wolf. It is not just because of verbal reprimands that you will withdraw your minions."
"So the way to solve the problem at the source is not to eliminate the wolf?"
"But the reality is that wolves can never be completely wiped out," said Romimus, "as I told Celebrimbor and Lord Maglor..."
"Wait a minute." Glorfindel interrupted her, "You and Maglor were still in touch later?!"
"How is it possible? The total number of times I have spoken to him has not exceeded three times."
"Then we can have a heart-to-heart exchange." Glorfindel nodded, "You and the Fenorians hit it off right away."
Romimos opened his mouth half-opened, and was taken aback for a moment: "Are you acting weird again?"
"No. No, what is 'again'?"
The cause of the incident was that Romimos wanted to repay his kindness and raised the price on the ground.
"You see, I have worked so hard to save your eldest nephew's life. I have worked hard without credit, not to mention that Telpe and I have a pretty good relationship now. For his sake—" Luo Mimo Si had an obedient and oily face, "Do you want to reconsider selling your song to me?"
"Didn't I send you an article?" Maglor didn't change his face.
"Just one piece?" Romimos said with an expression of "is your only nephew worth this?" "Otherwise, on behalf of your other brothers, give me a few more pieces by head?"
"You have saved Telpe's life, and I should repay you because of emotion and reason. My songs are not priceless treasures. If you really want them, let alone seven or eight, you should take them all. "Maglor lost his temper after being stalked and beaten by Romimos, and finally let go helplessly, "The reason why I have repeatedly rejected you is because you are now too famous in Middle-earth and the island country of Numenor. If you put my previous works on the stage, the audience will be more than just this small town. Among them, there will inevitably be people who know the identity of the author (because I used to be very famous). I have thousands I have not been involved in the disputes in this continent for [-], and I have no intention of breaking the status quo. So, if I can get your understanding, how about this? I can send you the sheet music of my old songs, but please It’s good to keep it privately, not to use it for public performance, if this still doesn’t satisfy you, I can write a new work for you.”
Although Romemos was thick-skinned, he was a little embarrassed at this time: "There is no need to be so troublesome. You must have some songs that you created after you left the crowd."
"Most of those works are too old-fashioned, and it's not appropriate to put them on the stage for performance." Maglore said decisively, "Let's do it like this. Which type of music do you usually like more?"
Romemos was still flattered by the sudden gift, and after a while he came back to his senses and asked, "Which style are you better at?"
Maglor turned his head and glanced at her: "I can do it."
... This is indeed showing off her talent in a subtle way, isn't it?
"You also know that I am now working at the Royal Opera House in Numenor. Although there are special music performances from time to time, most of them are performed in the form of drama or opera, so if you ask me to specify the type of repertoire, although it may You're welcome, but opera is my favorite," said Romemos.
Maglor readily agreed: "Then what about the theme?"
"Uh..." Romimos didn't know that he could take advantage of this at first, so he got stuck there for a while.
"If you don't have an idea yet, I have an idea." Maglor thought thoughtfully, "Do you mind if I make an opera based on you?"
"Whatever, isn't there still a small number of stories based on me?" Romimos said nonchalantly.
Maglor was slightly stunned: "Is there? I have traveled around for so long, and I seem to have never seen or heard of it."
"Have you never heard of any of them?" Romimos raised his eyebrows, "I have played villains such as witches or witches in a lot of stories. For example, the very famous "The White Princess and the Seven Fenorian", oh, and "The Glass Slipper of the Silverfoot Princess", "The Three Guards of Gondolin", and so on, have you never heard of any of these?"
"I have indeed... heard about these things." Maglor's right eyebrow twitched slightly. "But apart from the same names, do the characters in these stories have any relationship with the so-called archetypes?"
"Because I seem to have become synonymous with 'pretty bad woman' in human legends, as long as anyone has this feature, anyone can be called Romemus. Although I am neither really beautiful nor really a woman," Romimos shrugged, "But it can't be helped, because compared with Gothmog and Glauron, there are too few real records about me, so except for one name, most other so-called me The deeds are all made up by people themselves later.”
"But what happened to Gondolin was indeed your work?"
"Yes." Romimos admitted.
"Then you helped Morgoth destroy the Two Sacred Trees," Maglor paused for a few seconds, "...and it is true that you killed my grandfather and took away the Silmaril?"
Romemos' heart sank.If Maglor hadn't mentioned it suddenly, she would have almost forgotten about such a long time ago.
However, the fact is that Romimos not only remembers this event, but also remembers it quite clearly. Her memory has always been very good. Finwe was killed by Morgoth and it was the first time she witnessed the death of a child like her. The impact was naturally very large at one time.
But this shock disappeared soon after Romemus came to Angband, or more precisely, it was suppressed by a new round of shock.
It is almost impossible for Angband, who plays blood and blood every now and then, to be alive physically and mentally. You either quickly assimilate yourself with a group of perverts, or you can only wait to be driven crazy.
Romemos doesn't want to become a lunatic, so she can only be a pervert who can't change her face in any R-rated scene.Compared with the torture suffered by the slaves of Angband, Finwe's death was a very merciful death.
But Romimos didn't forget, she couldn't forget all the things she saw, even if she wanted to, so she could only choose not to think about it for the time being.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to settle accounts with you." Just as Romemos began to figure out which route had the highest success rate of escaping, Maglor spoke again, and it was difficult for Romemos to escape from his Judging in his tone whether he was forcibly suppressing his anger and hatred towards her, "Even if you really did those things, for Telpe's sake, the grievances between you and me can at most be offset by two phases. I'm just a little bit strange, let's not talk about those legends that are hard to distinguish between true and false, unless my eyes can no longer distinguish the true from the false in the world, or your skill in disguising yourself is more subtle than that of Morgoth and Sauron, just from my From the impression you gave me during the two meetings with you, you don't seem to be the kind of person who will do anything to get what you want." Otherwise, Romimos could be in Megalo The first time Er refused to give her the sheet music, he directly snatched it away. There was no need to fight with him here now.
"I was indeed present when His Majesty Finwe was killed." Romemos said slowly, "But whether you believe what I say or not, before I saw the blood with my own eyes, I did have a heart for Morgoth to take away the blood." Knowing nothing of the plans of the Silmarillion, let alone of my assistance in them, do you think Morgoth would need my help if he really wanted to kill someone? If you insist that I If your Majesty or the Two Trees' death bears any responsibility, it is that I did nothing to stop Morgoth when I could have done so—although it would not have actually changed anything if I had done so."
"Then let's just think that you are also one of the Maia who was deceived by Morgoth Boglier." Maglor said, "But after that? You are seeing the true face of Morgoth. Not only did you not intend to leave, but you really surrendered to Angband?"
"It seems that I have a choice." Romemos complained, "I really want to stand on my own, but in the face of a power that is several times stronger than myself, it is impossible for a weak person like me to be alone. In this world Black and white are clear. If I don’t choose to stand on one side, it is tantamount to making enemies on both sides. Would Morgoth tolerate an existence that just doesn’t resist him, but doesn’t believe in him? Didn’t the Noldor tribe come to Central Continent that year? Declare war on Angband, and you will live in peace with Morgoth?"
"If what you said before was true, that the death of the Two Sacred Trees and the theft of the Silmaril had nothing to do with you, then you could have gone back to Aman and explained everything to Vera before you really made a big mistake. " said Maglor, "but the elves are different, we have been cursed by the Valar, and there is no going back, at least our father and we have no more."
"Kneeling in front of Vera and pleading in fear that I'm just fascinated for a while? You're right. It's true that the kind Manwhi may give a small punishment and stop pursuing it, but what can I gain from it?" Luo Mimo Si disapproved, "From the very beginning, I left Valinor in pursuit of freedom. Could it be that after I finally escaped, I have to go back into that cage again?"
"But there is no liberty in Angband either."
"Exactly, so both sides are actually cages for me, but I have already betrayed Vera, so what good will it do me to betray Morgoth?"
"Although neither side has the freedom you want, if you choose to turn back at that time, at least you can do a lot of evil things less." Maglor sighed.
"But if I turn my head back, it is tantamount to giving up my freedom completely." Romimos said, "I chose Morgoth instead of Vera, not because I agree with Morgoth's ideas so much, It's not Villa that I'm really trying to break out of its grip."
"That's...?" Maglor suddenly fell silent.
"That's right." But Romimos said the name expressionlessly, "It's Iluvita."