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.
"What reason could he have had to think that?" she asks lightly. It's not like he knew, before then. I think.
That I don't think he'd have done, it'd be unkind. "I sometimes find unexpected Fëanorians an unpleasant surprise."
"I mean, it was her recitation as Feanaro's apprentice; she wasn't expecting that Feanorian in particular but if she wasn't expecting Feanorians in general she would have bigger problems than Maitimo showing up unexpectedly."
"She'd probably better get used to unplanned instances of Feanorian, really, considering everything."