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.
Among the myriad skills she is decent but not fantastic at are several travel-related ones.
Good! Not that he can't catch enough food for both of them but it's more fun if he doesn't have to.
Yeah she's not even on the same continent as his skill level by any stretch of the imagination but she can generally get something.
"Marille had been corresponding with someone there and wanted to meet them for something. I didn't have anything better to do so I tagged along."
"Unfortunately Tirion continues to have a higher concentration of smart people, even if it's worse In every other way."
"Yeah. People being terrible mostly doesn't get--intrusive--on a regular basis, and Marille would be miserable if she had to leave--learning things is really, really valuable to her--and I'd be miserable if I had to leave her in the long term. So I manage."
"Probably move south and see if I can actually find something I want to spend enough time on to get really good at instead of just okay."