[The Silmarillion] Romimus

Chapter 129 Chapter 125

In the dead of night, except for the occasional chirping of insects in the grass and the murmurs of lovers in secret meetings in the dark, it seems that even the moon and the wind are sleeping tonight.

Among the countless dark and quiet doors and windows, only one of them still showed a little yellow light from an oil lamp. Glorfindel sat by the bed, staring fixedly at the flickering light.

A moth fluttered over and circled around the lamp. Glorfindel chased it away a few times, but still couldn't stop the moth from flying back to the flame again, each time getting further away from it. In the end, he plunged headlong into it, and Glorfindel stretched out his hand to block it, but the back of his hand was burned red by the flames. In a few seconds, the moth was reduced to a wisp of ashes.

Someone knocked lightly on the door twice, and Glorfindel came back from his daze. He turned his head and saw Lan Wen looking out from the window. When his eyes met his, he waved at him with a smile. wave.

"It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?" Glorfindel went over to open the door for her. As soon as Lan Wen walked in, the dark room suddenly lit up.

"I'm waiting for you to come back." He couldn't help answering in a soft voice, while reaching for the robe and hat she took off.

"Your hand." Lan Min's expression changed suddenly, she took his wrist and stared at the red and swollen place, "how did you make it like this?"

"It's nothing serious, just being burned..." Glorfindel explained with some embarrassment. Lan Wen frowned at first, but burst out laughing after hearing the reason.

"Since it loves the flame so much, just let it fly, why do you stop it?"

"When it flew towards the flames, it probably didn't aim to be incinerated at the end." Glorfindel sighed.

Lan Wen just pursed her lips and smiled, took out a fan and gently fanned the few moths that were still flying around the oil lamp out of the window, watching them gradually fly away towards the moon.

"Since you don't want to be burned to ashes, you can only stay away from the fire." She smiled, "Wait a minute, I'll get some cold water and apply it for you."

"It's not so troublesome, just iron it, and it will heal itself in a while." Glorfindel said, but Lan Wen just let him sit there to rest, and went to the backyard on his own.

Five minutes later, she came back with a clay jug in her arms. From a distance, she could feel the coolness of the water that had just been drawn from the well in the jug.

Glorfindel helped Lan Wen take over, she smiled at him again, soaked a handkerchief in cold water, folded two folds and lightly covered the burned area on the back of his hand: "Does it hurt?"

Glorfindel shook his head, trying to reach out to hold her hand, but Lan Wen just got up and walked away.

"Where have you been today? I haven't seen you for days and nights." Glorfindel asked, "Or is this also a secret?"

"How can I have so many secrets?" Lan Wen smiled, "I went out today because the weather has been getting hotter and hotter recently. I went to pick some flowers and plants that repel mosquitoes. I dried them today and used them to smoke mosquitoes. I Hang one on your bedside too."

"That's really helpful, I've been annoyed by this for the past few days." Glorfindel laughed, "But I've never seen you get bitten. It seems that even mosquitoes are reluctant to bite us, Lan Wen."

Lan Wen pursed her lips and smiled again: "By the way, why didn't you wear the new clothes I made for you last week? If you keep them hidden, you will have to wait until autumn to take them out again. Don't you like the look?"

"No, no." Glorfindel immediately denied, "It's just that the sleeves are longer..."

He stopped talking abruptly, and raised his eyes to look at Romimos. Sure enough, the other party was expressionless, and the smile in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

"...Did I say something wrong again?" He asked.

"It's not wrong," said Romemos, "that dress does have long sleeves for you."

With a wave of her hand, all illusions about the surrounding environment and "Glorfindel" disappeared instantly.

"I don't want to be like this either," Ilfarin said helplessly, "but I'm different from you, I'm just a human being, and I can't change my appearance and shape."

"You remember now that you are a human?" said Romemos, "so I told you earlier that maybe you could convince anyone who is not familiar with Glorfindel that the real Lord of the Golden Flower is standing In front of them, but you want to lie to me too? You shouldn't set such high demands on yourself."

"I think it may be that you have already determined that I am not him, so you are too sensitive." Ilfarin said, "Even if my figure is different from his, it may be that the clothes you made really don't fit. What? You never made a mistake once? Like remembering the wrong size or something.”

"That's the crux of the problem. I really haven't missed it once." Romemos sneered, but then paused, and added, "At least height and arm length are never wrong."

It doesn't seem too rigorous to say that the fit is perfect every time. Romimos does remember one time, and the only time, when Glorfindel seemed to suddenly become greedy, and invited more than a dozen chefs over. , Changing dishes every day.After half a year passed, when Romemos made him new clothes for him to try on, Glorfindel still complained that his waist was a bit tight. Romemos thought it was impossible at first, until she took out a ruler and re-measured After Lofindel's waistline, without saying anything, he took the clothes back and changed them.

But maybe her indescribable eyes still stimulated Glorfindel, and in the second year, he lost weight again, and he didn't become the second Sargant, which is gratifying.

"Let's do that for today, I'm leaving." Romimos said.

As she walked away, the room became dark again, and the last moth seemed to be dazed by the light, and flew past with Romimos, almost pounced on her face.Romimos frowned, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the moth's wings, and slapped it against the wall.

The moth fell straight down, not knowing whether it was dead or fainted.Romemus opened the door and left without looking back.

Romemos passed by Vespa's room on her way back, and through a door panel, she could clearly hear the sound of ping-pong-pong banging against the wall, which was indirectly mixed with the woman's angry low-pitched curses. .

"It's almost done." Standing outside the door, Romimos said to Vespa inside, "If you don't sleep, everyone else has to sleep."

The room fell silent. Three seconds later, Vesper opened the door, hugged the pillow in his hand, and rushed towards Romimos as if seeing a savior.

"My dear Luo Mi, you are back," she burst into tears, "every summer night without you is like death to me."

"Stop." Romimos was unmoved, while stuffing the incense box full of mosquito repellent into her hand, "Smoke it yourself, don't run to me every night, I'm still annoying if you don't bother me."

"Good thing, I've got it." Vesper casually pushed the thing to his chest, still clinging to Romimos with a stern face, "But no matter how useful the herb is, it's not as good as you. You say you are so thin Tender meat, why don’t all those vampires know what to do..."

Romemus gave her a white look, and walked away: "Don't come here."

"You are so cruel, am I not as good as a few mosquitoes in your heart? Have you reached a deal with them and sold me to them?!"

"Okay, if you want to sleep in my room, hurry up and stop howling." Romimos couldn't bear it anymore, and gave her a hard look. Vespa immediately closed his mouth and followed with a smile.

"You came back from Ilfarin again?" After quickly laying the floor, Vespa didn't feel sleepy anymore, and tried to chat with Romemus about something.

"Ah."

"Is it something related to this new play?"

"Ah."

"Or are you not really dating him?"

"Hmm... um? If you really can't sleep, get up and wash that pile of clothes." Romimos was annoyed by Vesper's failure, "Use your brain, you just met Yi On the first day of Erfarin, don't you know him?"

Of course Vespa knew that she had known Ilfarin earlier than Romimos.In her words, Ilfarin is like a hollow man-shaped cover, whoever needs to be played can be filled in. As for his own personality, feelings, and hobbies, he seems to be "none".From the performer's point of view, Vespa admitted that Il Farin is definitely one of the best dramatic actors that Númenor has ever seen. At first, she also worshiped him for this goal, but it didn't take long for her to give up. this effort.

"Honestly, sometimes I find him a little scary like that," Vespa told Romeo Mostan.

"Even outside the theater, under the stage, isn't he not a character, but only his own appearance?"

"At least I haven't seen it," Vesper said. "Ilfarin will only be in one play at a time, and then once the play starts to be planned, he will transform himself into the person he plays. , no matter day or night, inside or outside the play, just like this until I start preparing for the next new play.”

"Then if he plays a criminal, is he really going to murder and set fire?" Romimos raised his eyebrows.

"Who knows, since he entered the Arlando Opera House, he has almost never played a role other than the protagonist." Vespa said, "Generally speaking, the protagonists are not all brave and righteous heroes, so I still I really don't know what it would be like if he were to play a villain. But he often regards himself as a hero. Just when he saw pickpockets stealing money on the street, he stood up to meddle in his own business several times. And got stabbed because of this. That was before you came."

Romimos didn't say anything else, he could go to the point where he almost lost his life and wouldn't change his mind. This person is either really stupid or really crazy.

Even, Ilfarin's attitude towards other people will change according to the role.He seems to have neither real friends nor real enemies. Most of the time, he is kind and polite to people, but if you have a bad relationship with him in the play, even if you have never offended him in reality , Maybe in the last movie you were still hooking up with him, talking and laughing happily, but when the role changed, his expression would turn cold in front of you, and then he would cool down.When Romemus first met him, he happened to be playing Farathon, and that really made Romemus want to slap him.

This makes things a bit awkward if Ilfarin is romantically involved with another actress in the show (which is very common), but since Ilfarin has survived Enron and hasn't been Beating him to death shows that he usually has a sense of proportion.Occasionally, a small number of people are willing to cooperate with him, such as Vespa, who was in the vacancy period before, that would be great.

"But you have never followed his style before, why did you suddenly change your gender this time?" Vesper asked, "Just because he played the role of the Lord of the Golden Flower this time? It's really impossible to get around, so just Playing with a fake?"

"Not exactly, even if there is room for redemption for my past behavior, I may not really want to have something to do with Glorfindel." Romimos turned his head and met Vespa's distrustful eyes, "I mean it. It's easier to like someone than I thought it would be. It's easier than being a couple, lover, husband and wife with someone."

"I understand, I understand." Vesper nodded again and again, his eyes gleaming with gossip excitement, "Those men in the ambiguous period can say all kinds of nice nonsense, but once they think that a woman can't do without them , Their faces can change faster than turning the pages of a book, and the vows they made in the past are too many to count."

"That's not what I mean. Although I do hate the trivial and unchanging life, maybe I don't even have to wait for that day to come, and I will screw everything up first." Romimos sighed, "Everything depends on people and people. It is difficult for me to maintain the connection through emotion.”

"So what is Ilfarin? A mock experiment?"

"It doesn't seem wrong for you to say that." Romemos said thoughtfully, "I just want to know how much change and compromise is worth the pleasure gained from establishing an intimate relationship with others. "

"If it's just for this," Vespa paused for a few seconds, "do you really think you can get the right conclusion by doing this? Is that guy Ilfarin really so powerful that you can feel He is pretending to be real?"

"That's not true, at least it's still far away." Romimos snorted, "But do I have other better choices?"

Vespa thought about it, and there really wasn't.Whether it's the real Glorfindel or someone else who has nothing to do with Glorfindel, the former Romimos can't and dare not choose, the latter Romimos doesn't want to and doesn't bother to choose, on the contrary, he only agrees with Glorfindel. Lofindel is a little bit like Erfarin. It can make Romimos see others and think about others, so that she doesn't even bother to give her a look. And because she has the title of drama rehearsal, she doesn't have to take any responsibility. There is no psychological burden even if you get impatient and retreat.

"I just don't understand, you put so much effort into this, what do you hope to get in the end?" Vespa shook his head and said, "If you end up with the love you can't avoid in the past—it's a fake love —and having fun in it, doesn't that mean that your decision to betray Lord Glorfindel was wrong, or at least reckless. If so, would you go back and ask for forgiveness and try to repair your relationship? ?”

"No." Romemos replied simply, "If things develop as you said, there are two possibilities: either it means that love can be copied, if so, although I understand that no matter how similar the imitation is, A counterfeit isn't going to be any better than the real thing, but the former is still a better deal given what it takes to get the two separately; or, if you insist that love is impossible to transfer or replace, Then if I am interested by Ilfarin, it means that I have misunderstood my feelings for Glorfindel, it is not the so-called love you say, is it?"

Vesper nodded subconsciously with a dull expression, but he always felt that something was wrong: "Then what if the situation is the opposite? If Ilfarin's performance can't satisfy you, does it mean that you like Griffin?" Lord Del has reached the point where no one can replace him in your heart? Just like Lord Isildur means to me."

"Maybe." Romimos snorted, "but there's another possibility: maybe I'm just the type of person who doesn't thrive on the feeling of being in love, or more precisely, I'm in this There's more work involved in a relationship than I'm happy with; Glorfindel himself might make things better, but I'd better be careful when I'm on the road of no return."

"Okay, you've covered both the truth and the irony." Vesper suddenly realized, "I understand, from the beginning to the end of the co-authorship, you have never considered bringing back Lord Glorfindel as an option. , You just used all kinds of angles to find excuses for yourself, trying to prove that your choice to join Angband and abandon Gondolin was correct."

Romimos opened his mouth slightly and looked at Vespa blankly, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about.

"However, Luo Mi," Vespa taunted her as he fiddled with his hair, "Generally speaking, when a person starts to try to prove himself right, it often means that he has already regretted it."

One minute later, Vespa hugged the pillow and watched Romimos relentlessly slam the door of the room in front of her.