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.
It is not the crown prince Curufinwë! It is someone she's never met who says "Oh, right, they mentioned. Workshop's around and on your left, don't interrupt him."
"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.
"Thanks."
...Okay then. She will just. Continue to work on the thing, then.
About an hour after that he looks at her and says "Oh, I've got it" and describes the answer to the problem.
This is fascinating and has several implications worth pursuing further!
...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.