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.
"Marille did mention he wanted to know who I had helping me, he thought it was her at first."
"She is. Anyway, this was never intended to get anyone actually hurt, if you think it'll damage your relationship..."
"It's fun! I dunno, it was--I dumped glitter on him, he swore revenge, I said I'd top whatever he did--things just sort of. Happened."
"...I don't want something to go wrong because of this. Until one of us does something the other can't top without something going wrong, I guess I thought..."
"I am happy to help you with the ambush but I kind of want to know what the bigger plan is here."
"And the answer to that is 'there kind of isn't one yet' and if you want to put this off until there is I'm fine with that."
She goes home and thinks about it.
She starts hanging around her sister's vicinity more often and the next time Tyelcormo shows up she catches him in a non-ambush fashion.