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.
She grins as he watches him go. Then she turns to her sister and the two of them catch up.
It isn't long after Ahyadacil leaves that Marille goes to see Maitimo.
"Mostly well.
My sister came to see me at your father's house yesterday and met Tyelcormo."
"She dumped glitter on him and he swore revenge. I think they were flirting."
"I want a read on how likely this is to end with them running off to get married in the woods."
"Good, because out of everyone I've ever met those two have far and away the least regard for what's socially acceptable."
"Sure. Ahyadacil is the person I love most in all of Arda. I'm just...concerned...when she essentially declares a flirtatious vengeance war on Tyelcormo."
"Take everything in his room and glue it to the ceiling in the exact same position it was relative to everything else before she got there?"