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.
"Yeah. And, you know, I can come along sometimes. Just not all the time."
"I haven't tried it! If I hate it I can just, you know, not do it again, and I like you, and getting away from--well, almost everyone in Tirion who isn't related to one of us, it seems like sometimes--sounds nice."
"Most people in Tirion are pretty okay over, like, the short term, but. We live here! Because family."
"Seems plausible. Also I think the linguistics guild might be hard to convince to move?"
"It could just be Maitimo. I don't really know your dad that well, mostly I have secondhand reports from Marille."
"He deserves his reputation for genius and has poor social skills so you can assume that if he says something hurtful it was probably not intended that way."
"Marille hasn't had any trouble, so I have no evidence against that."
"Marille's not a terrible person, she's just--more in the habit of communicating with them on their level?"
"Wasn't accusing her of being one, she seems okay. But I sort of default to expecting bad news."
"Because I like you and I like trying new things and the intersection seems obvious?"