[The Silmarillion] Romimus

"How is it? Your Majesty, what do you think of this new show?"

In autumn, just like the Hantale Festival, Alando’s performance is still a reserved item of every festival celebration, and according to the usual practice, the first performance will be watched by Farathon and other powerful officials and nobles in the royal city first. , and according to the king's opinion, decide whether it can be performed on tour in other regions or continue to polish and modify.

"His Majesty has nothing to say about the performance," Okanomo said.

"Just tell the truth, sir." Naquili sighed and said helplessly, "It's better to say that His Majesty only asked one question: Why doesn't Romimos play the role of the ready-made deity?"

Vespa pursed his lips.

"How did you answer?" asked Romemus.

"I said this is to make the audience better accept that the protagonist can reject the witch but fall in love with the maid." Okanomu said with a wry smile, "It shouldn't be all nonsense, to some audiences. Saying that even a villain can be popular if it's good enough is just a play anyway, but that's not what we, as the Royal Theater Company, should be promoting."

But on the other hand, because of the maid's too bright beauty, the temptation of the witch looks like a child's play house, which is simple and ridiculous, and even makes the inner struggle of the hero seem like a hypocritical moaning, completely highlighting the injustice. From this point of view, making this decision does more harm than good.

But these are not the most important.

"Does Farathon accept this explanation?" Romimos asked.

Okanom and Naquili looked at each other, and Naquili shrugged: "I don't know."

"do not know?"

"Your Majesty wants you to meet him in person, Miss Romemus," said Okanomo, worried.

"When?"

"Now." A voice that Romimos hadn't heard for a long time suddenly said, and Sauron's figure quietly appeared at the gate of the theater like a ghost, and repeated, "It's now, with me Walk."

"Why are you here?" Romimos asked on the way to see Farathon.

"I am now His Majesty's bodyguard, and one of my responsibilities is to convey a message for him." Sauron replied.

Romemus snorted.

"I'm here to warn you in advance." Sauron finally got to the point, "No matter what happens in a while, you'd better be a little bit more measured."

"Oh?" Romemos stopped and raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything that will make me want to do it?"

"Just in case, I also hope that Farathon is not so courageous." Sauron said, "But he is a mortal, and he is still an ignorant mortal."

"I'm afraid it's not wise for you to pin your hopes on me." Romemos said, "If it really gets to the point where I can't bear it, I probably won't be able to take care of your long-term plans that don't know when they will come into effect. Yeah. You'd better figure out a way to get me out of here before it gets too bad."

"I can't make it too obvious. But I will always stay outside the door. If you are really going to slit his throat, then I will not be easy when I stop you. I can't let Farason die now. .”

"Really? Then we have to compete with who can move faster. I won't hesitate to attack Farasong." While speaking, they had already arrived at the door of Farasong's study.

"I'll go in and inform you first, you wait here." Sauron said, opened the door and walked in.

"Your Majesty." Sauron bowed respectfully, "I brought Romimos here."

Farazon didn't make a sound or look at him, sitting behind the desk and playing with a dagger.

"An elf came to warn me earlier." After a long while, he raised his eyes casually, "He said, you two were also one of the people in the West, that is, the so-called gods."

Amandil has no doubts about this statement, just because it comes from the mouth of an elf, heh.Although Farathon didn't take these words to heart at all, he was much more disapproving in comparison. Knowing that he might have captured two gods only further fueled his pride and respect for these two people. curiosity.

"Yes." Sauron admitted frankly, "In the western continent of Aman, besides the Valars, there are gods of a slightly lower level, usually called Maia, and both Romemos and I is one of them."

"Then you can indeed achieve miracles?"

"Please define what a miracle is?"

Farazon smacked his lips impatiently: "For example, the layer of illusion beyond the land of dusk, and Romimos can hide his figure in broad daylight. Such ordinary people absolutely cannot done."

"Invisibility is very common for Romimos, but the conditions required for setting up that layer of illusion are much harsher, and she should not have this ability now. But these two things are indeed done with the help of Mai Ya's power did it, not the legendary witchcraft."

"Other than that? Besides being invisible, what else can she do?"

"A lot." Sauron thought for a while, and said, "But to put it simply, what she is best at manipulating is—light."

"Light?"

"Yes, to be more specific, Romimos can cover all visible objects with a layer of illusion, distorting their original appearance into other appearances in human eyes."

"It's an illusion, right?"

"You can understand it that way."

Doesn't sound like a big deal, Farathon thought.Illusion sounds mysterious, but in the end it is just a trick to deceive people.

No wonder Farathon thinks this way, with the current wisdom of human beings, they cannot understand how powerful light energy is, just like Farathon now does not know that Romimus can kill people with light, and the blade of a lightsaber is even stronger than steel It's even sharper, and most people don't know enough about light to illuminate it.

"What about you?" Falazon suddenly changed his subject and asked with great interest, "Do you also use illusion?"

"I do know some, but that is different from what Romemus did. Romemus is familiar only because she was a servant of Ilbirus, Queen of the Stars, and my master taught me far more than That’s even more inscrutable.”

"Your current master is me." Farathon said displeasedly, but he was too lazy to worry about it now. "Let's hear it, what did he teach you?"

Ah, how to say this?Of course, Melkor taught him much more than this human being could think of, such as how to stimulate human greed, use human desires, and then deceive them, control them, and enslave them.

"My master taught me to create without restraint," Sauron said, "such as forging."

"Forging?" Farathon snorted disdainfully, "It's nothing, mortals can also forge, and the weapons and equipment of the Númenor Empire are much better than your Mordor."

"Since it is a miracle, of course it cannot be replicated in large quantities." Sauron frowned and said, "Forging is just a way for me to express my power. For example, I once forged a batch of rings, even Ordinary people can also use them to obtain powers that ordinary people cannot obtain, just like possessing magic. People who hold these rings can also become invisible like Maiya, resist the decay of things and even live forever."

Immortality, Farathon said silently in his heart. He couldn't deny that his heart beat violently when he heard this sentence. As a mortal who must die, the temptation of this word to him is indescribable in words, even high. All the riches in this world.

But he was careful not to show his inner thoughts on his face, and he hadn't completely lost his mind to forget that the man in front of him was the most cunning and shrewd devil and liar in Middle-earth since the entire era.

"If what you said is true," he paused for a moment before speaking again, "where are those rings now?"

"I gave them to the humans of Middle-earth."

"Send?" Falazon changed his sitting position, "This is not like what I have heard Sauron would do. If those rings are really as good as you said, why did you give them to humans for free?"

"I think you have misunderstood me all along." Sauron said helplessly, "If I'm not mistaken, the people of Númenor heard everything about me from the elves."

Farathon didn't deny it.

"How can the words of a family count? Especially the elves have always been hostile to me, and it is impossible to get a fair evaluation of me from them. You are so wise, you should understand this truth." Sauron said, "The elves have always loved to say that I am A cruel and cunning devil, but the truth may be just the opposite of what they say - everything I do is for Middle-earth, not for myself."

Falazon shrugged his nose noncommittally.

"I have always believed that human beings are not inferior to elves in any aspect, and even human beings should be stronger than elves." Sauron said seriously, "However, the world always agrees that elves are more intelligent than humans, even the greatest among humans The knowledge mastered by a wise man is just a drop in the ocean in front of the elves, but this comparison is actually unfair. An elf of the same age is by no means much smarter than a human. Such as the best gift—death. A human being, no matter how great achievements he has made, how profound secrets he has penetrated, all of these will disappear with his death, even if some can be handed down, future generations just want to achieve The depth of a person will waste an immeasurable amount of time.”

Farathon was silent, and it was impossible to see from his face how he felt about Sauron's words.

"I am deeply sympathetic to the sufferings of human beings." Sauron said sincerely, "That's why I forged nine power rings and presented them to nine humans 1000 years ago, hoping to help them escape that terrible fate. But the elves must have been afraid that if humans were as immortal as they were, it would take away their place in Middle-earth, so they turned black and white."

"1000 years ago?" Falazon opened his eyes slightly, "Those people are still alive now?"

"Yes, they are still in Middle-earth, and they are still alive." Sauron said, "If you have the opportunity to visit Middle-earth again in the future, I can summon them to come to see you."

But after Falazon thought about it for a while, he immediately showed a skeptical look: "You said you were helping humans escape death, but I heard that you killed countless humans in Central Continent, and some of them were witnessed by my people. You wouldn't say that this is also an elf trying to discredit you, would you?"

Sauron sighed: "Although I think death is very unfair to human beings, but my ability is limited, and I can't let all human beings escape from the sea of ​​suffering. Only the greatest and noblest human heroes can get my help. As for those The people I had to kill, they all believed the lies of the elves, not only ignored my good intentions, but instead came to deal with me, even if the saint has a temper, it is impossible for me to fight back all the time, right?"

Regarding Sauron's eloquent self-defense, Falazon did not express his attitude until the end, but changed the subject instead: "Since Maia has such a powerful force, there is no way to deal with it?"

"Of course not, even Maier has weaknesses, otherwise how could we be defeated by you?"

"Of course I know your weaknesses." Falazon raised his chin haughtily, "What about Romimos? What weaknesses does she have?"

Sauron shook his head: "Even in Mayali, Romemos is a very tricky type. There is no good way to deal with her other than directly suppressing her with undisguised powerful force. I don't recommend you Talk to her alone when you're not there..."

Sauron's voice gradually weakened under Farathon's eyes.

"Without you, I can't do anything with her?" Farason sneered, "After all, she is just a woman who can play tricks. Let her in! You wait outside."

Sauron bowed again and withdrew.

"Did you hear that?" Sauron asked.

Romemus nodded. "It's just a woman who can play tricks, huh?" She said, showing a somewhat ferocious smile, "Then I'll show him my 'little tricks'."

"I'll warn you again, don't really kill me." Sauron had a bit of a headache. Farathon was more impatient than he expected. This is a good thing, but right now it is a bad thing. Moss was annoyed, Sauron really didn't dare to say that he could stop her 100% in time, the speed of light is very fast.

Romemos didn't know if he had listened to Sauron's words, so he opened the door and walked in.

"Your Majesty." Romimos didn't intend to come up and immediately launched an attack, and the superficial etiquette was still sufficient.

Farason had already moved from behind the desk to a couch in the study, beckoning to her lazily: "Come here."

Romemos took a few steps forward as he said.

"Come closer," Farathon urged her.And so on until Romemos was only an arm's length away from him.

Falazon looked her around first.Although Romimos was his prisoner, because he was afraid of Romimoth's mysterious and unpredictable magic, Farathon did not summon her after returning to the Numenor Empire. Until more than a year later, Romimos After keeping his own footing and making no big moves, Farasong gradually relaxed his vigilance and began to float up.

Falazon's eyes unscrupulously swept up and down Romemos's body a few times. To be honest, Romemos's figure is not his style. Compared with human women, he is too thin and shriveled, but that face is really It is too outstanding, it is the stunning beauty in the world that all other women will feel overshadowed after one glance. As long as there is such a face, other shortcomings can be ignored.

"Your Majesty is looking for me specifically to talk about the new play that our troupe is rehearsing this time?" Romimos frowned and asked patiently.

Farason still didn't look back, but just let out a casual "hmm".

"What's your problem? Or is there something about my performance that doesn't satisfy you?"

"Dissatisfied? No, you did a good job." Farason replied perfunctorily, "It's just a bit beyond my expectation. If I remember correctly, in the last play, you played Mai Rong in the end, right? ?”

"Yes."

"That scene left a deep impression on me," said Falazon, and he finally averted his gaze, but instead of staring at Romimos disrespectfully, he just stared intently at her face, as if A kite that has already aimed at its prey, "You and Mai Rong are familiar with each other, so no one can play that role better than you. But why are you unwilling to play yourself this time? Is it because there is no challenge? "

"Your Majesty probably misunderstood me and Myron." Romimos said blankly, "Especially to me."

"Yeah, I've heard this sentence just now." Falazon muttered.

"I've pretty much figured out what my folk image among the Númenoreans looks like, but sadly, I'm actually not that sexy and open, and I'm not that good at flirting with men, and to be honest I'm not just bad at that , Even pretending to be on the stage, I feel so dazed and completely at a loss. If Your Majesty sees me this time because he expects to meet a person who only exists in the story, I will have to let you down."

"You're not going to say you're still a virgin, are you?"

"I am."

Farathon is not disappointed at all, a sexy and coquettish mature girl is of course great, but if there is a chance to get a woman for the first time, how many men will refuse?What's more, this is still a goddess, defiled a pure white and flawless god, even thinking about this kind of thing in his mind is enough to make Farathon very excited.

"There's nothing you can't do." Farason sat up a little bit, with a malicious look in his eyes, "As long as you try it a few times, you will naturally know what it's like. Let me teach you how to experience it." some time?"

While speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Romemos' arm and pulled it.

Romemos remained motionless, not even changing his expression.

Farason tried again without giving up, and this time he used a lot of strength to drag him into his arms.Romimos looked delicate and frail, but his strength was beyond Falazon's expectation, hardly losing to a strong man.

Feeling Farathon's strong and rough arms around her waist like pliers, Romemos finally frowned impatiently.

Although just two months ago she couldn't help crying out just being kissed secretly, but when she knew what Falazon was up to, Romimos didn't feel anything other than disgust and disgust.

"I'm afraid I don't have the idea to try this taste yet." Romemos rested a finger on Farathon's shoulder, keeping a distance from him, "Don't worry about it, Your Majesty. "

Farazon narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then what if I say, I order you to obey me?"

Romemos frowned. "Your Majesty, please respect yourself," she said.She has given Sauron enough face, but if Farason insists on hitting her knife, then she can't blame her.

Farazon watched the flame-like golden red light slowly rising from those dark golden eyes.

It was very dangerous, reason told Falazon that he was teasing a poisonous snake that could deliver a fatal blow at any time, and he should stop immediately, but the fact was that the thrill of hanging his life by a thread made his desire to conquer even more inflated.

Just when Farathon was indecisive and the scene fell into a stalemate, Sauron suddenly knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?" Farason asked dissatisfiedly after the "good thing" was interrupted.

"Sorry, Your Majesty." Sauron cleared his throat and said, "But Her Royal Highness is right outside the door, waiting to see you."

queen?Falazon was stunned for a moment, and immediately withdrew his hand reflexively, releasing the restraint on Romimos.Although the fact that he has many lovers outside the palace is well known to everyone in the palace but avoids talking about it, the queen certainly knows about it, and she may not care much about it, but in front of Miriel, Farathon has always restrained himself A bit, after all, the legal source of his status as king actually comes from his wife.

Romemos took a few steps back and straightened his messy hair: "Since His Majesty has something to do, I won't bother you any more, and I'll take my leave first."

Farason was in a complicated mood, and waved his hand irritably: "Go."

"Oh, yes," Romemus walked a few steps, then turned around suddenly, "the new play in the theater—"

"Passed." Farathon said angrily.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Romimos once again bowed his knees and walked out of the room.

At the door of the room, Romimos finally met Miriel, Queen Synraphale.

This queen has an extremely cold face. Although she is very beautiful and may be the most beautiful woman in the history of the Númenor Empire, it seems that nothing can arouse her interest. Unless it is a big day, she rarely attends Prom and other lively occasions.According to rumors heard by Romimos, the queen was actually a loyalist in private.

Interesting, Romemus thought.

"Your Majesty." Miriel walked into the study and saluted, "Are you looking for me?"

"What?" Farason was a little surprised, and denied it flatly, "No, I thought you came to see me for something."

Miriel was also stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted, and glanced in the direction where Romimos left outside the door: "It must be a maid who is busy. Sorry to disturb you."

"What did the queen say?" Farason squeezed out a smile, "Sit down quickly, we husband and wife haven't talked properly for a long time, now is a good opportunity..."

"Has your eyeliner been placed with the queen?" Romemos asked Sauron, "It's so efficient."

Sauron snorted: "If you could devote half of your mind to the business, you wouldn't be so sighing."