frightfiction Chapter 121 Chapter 121
Chapter 121 Chapter 121
Romemos hurried over. She didn't know how long ago the letter was delivered, and she was afraid that if she was late, the other party would get impatient and leave.Fortunately, she was lucky today. When she was still some distance away from her destination, she saw a man standing alone on the beach wearing a cloak in the air. His figure was exactly the same as ten years ago.
"You're really appetizing, Master." Romimus landed like a feather, and said briskly, "You slipped so fast at noon, I thought you were hiding from me. Are you feeling better? ?”
The musician did not respond to Romimos's familiar tone, but turned to her and bowed slightly as a greeting: "Lord Romimos."
"What made you change your mind?" asked Romemus.
The musician paused slightly: "What?"
"When we met last time, you were so damn unwilling to sell me your score." Romemos said, "Why did you give me one this time?"
"It's just a short piece of melody I made up at will, as long as Lord Romimos likes it." The musician said lightly, and he paused for a few seconds before admitting, "Besides, I have some things I hope to ask you clearly."
Romemos was not surprised: "You said?"
The musician didn't ask questions immediately, but fell silent instead. After more than ten seconds, he spat out a word with some hesitation and caution: "...Tel Perinqua."
The smile on Romemos' face disappeared instantly.
"Sorry, what did you just say? I seem to have misheard." While speaking, she slowly put her left hand behind her back, and began brewing the dagger that was as sharp as light.
"Lord Celebrimbor of Hollyshire, he dined with you at noon today, didn't he?" asked the musician.Although he asked this sentence in an affirmative tone, and tried his best to maintain his calm appearance, Romimos still felt a trace of excitement that the other party's big cloak could not completely cover up. urgent.
"If I remember correctly, Irejan fell a thousand and five hundred years ago, and that lord of Celebrimbor died utterly with him; and even if I was wrong, he got away with it, apparently with me. It doesn't matter, even if we meet, the elves and I have always disliked each other, how can we eat at the same table? Besides, I have never heard any news that Lord Erizan is still alive in more than 500 years Thinking about it, if he is still alive, he would still be smart enough to hide." Romimos narrowed his eyes, "Then how did you know him? Tell me your name and background!"
Having said that, Romemos doesn't really care much about the other party's answer. Even if he tells the whole story honestly, it will be difficult for Romemos to verify the truth of his words. Heart.
"...Lord Celebrimbor and I are old acquaintances." Sure enough, the musician hesitated for a while, and only said such nonsense.
"You used to be an elf of Erejan?" Romimos asked. "Why don't you go to Lindon or Rivendell now that Doom has escaped?"
"The sins and curses of our family still bear on my shoulders," the musician whispered. "I cannot and do not want to return to them."
Romimos snorted coldly in her heart, and this answer was also not unexpected to her. Not every elf is synonymous with purity, and there are very few elves who failed to resist fear or temptation and succumbed to darkness.Romimos guessed that this elf should have been a deserter in the war that year, and now he wants to find Celebrimbor to confess and atone for his sins to alleviate the guilt he has been feeling all along.
However, even if his conscience is still alive, it is a hidden danger for such a weak person to stay.
"When I decided to leave Aman Island with Melkor, I was thinking about one thing," said Romemus. "A person should have the freedom to do whatever he wants. Whether it is murder, arson, or treachery, you If you really feel compelled to do this, of course you can let it go. After all, we must and can only be true to ourselves.”
If she said this to Glorfindel, Romemos could clearly imagine the frown on the other party's face and the expression of "who did you learn from?", but the musician remained silent. , neither contradicting nor approving or self-justifying, all reactions hidden in the shadow of that broad hood.
"But after doing what you want to do, you should have no complaints about all the anticipated and unexpected consequences caused by it, and accept it completely." Romemos said again, slowly approaching the musician under his feet, "You can't If you complain, you can't regret it, let alone expect sympathy, understanding and forgiveness."
"I agree with that." The musician said.
"That's great." Romimos raised the corner of his mouth, "Since you have this kind of awareness, you should have already thought about your ending, right?"
Before her words fell completely, Romemos suddenly took a step forward, raised the dagger in his hand without warning, and stabbed fiercely at the opponent.
To be honest, Romimos is not Maia who is good at fighting. The last time he confronted someone head-on with a sword was in the time of Gondolin. However, Romimos originally thought that Glorfindel could not defeat her. Forget it, can she still beat a piano player?
Facts have proved that she really can't beat it.
The musician looked gentle and gentle, without any hostility. Unexpectedly, the reaction was quick. Almost the moment Romemos raised his hand, he quickly dodged backwards, and at the same time stretched out his hand to hold Luomimo. Si's wrist was a backhand twist, which was fast and hard. If Romemos had used a real sword, he would have dropped it on the spot.
But this is not a physical dagger, and Romemos is not really controlling it with her hands, so even though she was forced to let go of her hand, the dagger in her hand did not fall in response to the sound, but it did not conform to physics at all. It circled around the back of Romemos's hand in a regular manner and returned to her palm.
This move was beyond the musician's expectation. Although he immediately threw off Romemos's wrist and pushed her out, and at the same time took a big step back, he still couldn't dodge it completely. Romemos's second cut, the cloak and the sleeves of the robe inside declared their death cleanly with a large slit. At first, the forearm only felt a slight numbness, and blood flowed down the fingers after a few seconds , bit by bit on the beach, if he hadn't dodged quickly, Romemos might have pierced his arm directly.
The musician smiled bitterly in his heart.As expected of the legendary Romimos, this style of behavior is really unflattering.
Romimos didn't take advantage of the situation when the musician was slightly embarrassed, she just frowned tightly and repeated: "Say your name."
"Lord Romimos couldn't help but kill, why did he suddenly care about his name and identity?"
Romemos ignored the sarcasm in his words, and asked bluntly, "How did you get that scar on your hand?"
The musician was silent for a moment: "It's burning."
"Obviously." Romimos snorted, "The problem was burned by what? It wasn't fire or charcoal. It's not so much a scar as a brand of curse."
To the naked eye of a mortal, the scorched mark was indeed no different from an ordinary burn, but as Maiya, Romimos could easily detect the subtleties.
"I have seen the exact same scar on another person." Romemos approached him step by step, "It was caused by burning something that was sanctified by the Vala. Anyone who is contaminated with evil tries to Those who covet these things that do not belong to them will be burned by them, and the pain will never subside. There are not many such holy objects, especially in Middle-earth, where Valar rarely set foot. The only thing I can think of is... so you still Won't you reveal your true face to me?"
After a long period of silence, finally, the other party reluctantly raised his hand and took off his cloak and hat, revealing that young and vicissitudes of face: "Don't you already know?"
"Son of Fiannaro, Master Maglor." Romemos stopped a few steps away from him, bowed lightly, "It is a great honor to see you here."
"Since you want to know about Tel Pelinka, I can only tell you the truth." Romemos and Maglor stood side by side facing the sea with a distance of half a meter between them. , "You are right, we went to the restaurant where you played the piano together for lunch at noon."
"It really is Telpe." Maglor let out a long breath, "I almost suspected that there was something wrong with my ears."
"You shouldn't doubt your ears when you doubt anything."
"I always thought he was no longer in Middle-earth." Maglor murmured.
"He had almost one foot into Mandos when I saw him," said Romemus. "Tel Perin suffered a lot, and I thought for a while that he would not survive, but he Still stronger than I thought."
Maglor closed his eyes and let out a long sigh: "Yes..."
Romemos shrugged: "Anyway, as you can see, at least now he is not only alive, but also seems to be doing well."
Maglor hummed lightly, and for the first time a smile appeared on that handsome face that was always covered with a layer of melancholy: "As a relative of Telpe, I sincerely appreciate your help Help, Lord Romimos."
Romemos did not speak, but turned to stare at Maglor's face.
"how?"
"It's nothing." Romimos looked at the sea again, "It's just that your reaction was calmer than I expected."
"Really? That's right. Back then, Mytimer—ah, that's my brother Maedhros. You should be more familiar with this name. When he was rescued from Angband by Fingon, I almost wept with joy." Meg Luo Er laughed at himself, "But today is different, maybe my inner soul is already a pool of stagnant water."
"No, that's not what I mean," said Romemus. "Don't you think it's more inconceivable that Telpe should have been saved by me than that Telpe was alive?"
"You must have your reasons for doing this." Maglor glanced at Romimos from the corner of his eye. "Or, you are disappointed that I didn't act surprised?"
"Of course I have my reasons." Romemos said, "but everyone thinks that I must have evil intentions and other motives."
"In the context of what you and your old colleague have done in the past, it's no wonder."
"Then you're still so calm? Aren't you afraid that I'll trick him into leaving him dead?"
"Telpe trusts you, so I respect his decision." Maglor said flatly, "And I don't know you better than him."
"That's what I said, but wasn't Telpe deceived once before? If he listened to Gilgalad—"
"Obviously he didn't listen." Maglore shook his head, showing a wry smile, "Then he won't listen this time either. And Gilgalad's words are not always golden rules, last time his premonition proved to be true. Right, it doesn’t mean it’s the same this time. After all, you and Sauron are different, Lord Romimos.”
"Ah..." Romimos sighed almost annoyed, "Is it so different? Even you know?"
She has tried her best to convince Sauron that she and him are the same kind of people, but if even Maglor, who is far away in the sky and has never known each other, thinks that they are different, then she will not be the same for thousands of years. Is it all for nothing?
"In the eyes of most people, I believe there is no difference between the two of you." Maglor reassured her, if this is any consolation, "but I don't stay in the same place all the time, I walk along the coast I have traveled to many cities and villages, and I have seen many kinds of […]human beings, among which I once met one, and according to them, their ancestors once lived in your territory."
"When?"
"It's been a long time, about 1000 years ago."
Romemos sounded the alarm in his heart: "Did they say anything about me?"
Maglor raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "They say you are a narrow-minded, paranoid and cold-blooded egomaniac."
Romemos breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was amused by his own reaction.Fortunately, she was still worried that if she received good reviews, if the words reached Sauron's ears again, it would be difficult.But it seems that she really feels good about herself. If you think about it carefully, if those who love and respect her, why would they leave the Twilight Land?
"'Even so, it's better than wandering in the wilderness day and night, precarious'." Maglor went on to say, "At that time, those people were divided into two factions, and there was a fierce dispute. I happened to be stationed at them They rested near the camp, so they heard different opinions from both sides. The general meaning seems to be that some of them hope that human beings can unite against Sauron and be self-reliant, but others only hope to live a stable life with their wives and children."
Then there were arguments and even scolding between the two sides. The former accused the latter of being soft-boned and surviving, while the latter ridiculed the former for being full of truth but unrealistic.
"Do you think we will have a good life after Sauron is defeated?" Someone said, "Take this to lie to those young children. I tell you, if one day human beings win, it will be Númenor. The people's victory is not ours! To us, the so-called victory is nothing more than a change of people riding on the head. It would be better to go back to the land of dusk. In comparison, the dusk lord at least can't knock Open human bones to drink blood!"