"I'm probably the only person who thinks that way, at least that you've ever met, and you don't scare me anymore." Pause. "Although if you're just telling people to do things because you want them and not because it will actually help you be better at princeing, and they're doing it because they think it'll help you prince better, that's a little mean."

"I want to do things so I get good at everything, and getting good at everything will make me a better prince. I don't order people to do things that don't teach me anything."

"I suppose that's a reasonable dividing line."

"Most things teach me things though because I really like learning things and there's so much to learn."

"This is true."

"What'd Rúmil say?"

Yes?

Is there still any reason Fëanáro shouldn't go to Lórien?

No. Why does he want to? There's nothing much there.

He wants to come with me to get a plant to make glue to attach labels to things.

Ah, all right. Have fun!

"He says there's no reason I shouldn't take you!"

"Good," he says.

So she takes him out to the tree and shows him the leaf and holds it with him. Boop.

And they're in Lórien. He thinks teleportation is pretty neat and celebrates by climbing a tree and running around on the upper branches.

Awwwwww.

He gets bored of this after a minute and jumps between trees, then gets bored of that after a minute and starts asking trees for glues of different types, which he collects in leaves.

Bella helps; she remembers a few kinds of glue. ...Maybe she can get leaves to turn into tape?

Not quite. They'll get sticky, but they're not tape, not properly. More like sticky-notes.

Well, if she can also get them to take ink marks and turn a nice pale background color, sticky note leaves sound great for labels.

They can be persuaded to do both those things. Fëanáro, who is now soaked in glue, is a little disappointed the excursion is over.

"Do you want me to prestidigitate the glue off you?" she asks.

He is annoyed with himself for not saving the energy to do it himself, but agrees that'd be good, thank you.

So she deglues him and says he is is welcome and then she collects the sheaf of sticky notes and the promising glue varieties and asks if there is anything else he wanted to do here.