Okay. Keep your heart rate down, Marillë. Yes, this is the Prince Curufinwe. Yes, he's the most genius Elf in all Aman. But he liked your paper, he asked you to be here. There's nothing to be nervous about.
She knocks on the door.
Okay. Keep your heart rate down, Marillë. Yes, this is the Prince Curufinwe. Yes, he's the most genius Elf in all Aman. But he liked your paper, he asked you to be here. There's nothing to be nervous about.
She knocks on the door.
"Don't interrupt him as in don't go in until he's not in the middle of anything or as in go in but don't demand his attention?"
She has paper on her, she can work on a tricky problem that had been troubling her while she waits.
"Oh, it's--" and then she describes the problem. It is legitimately tricky and interesting.
...She's going to see if she can find anyone to talk to to confirm that this is normal and ask what being apprenticed to him means in practical terms.