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.
"Someday presumably the pigeon-messengers and the powered flight will get us back in touch with the opposite shore."
"Well, yeah, but you're probably not going to immediately attempt to select fourteen Elves at random at that point."
"Well, true. At that point it's hopefully less a question of polling everyone than of letting them decide for themselves on an ongoing basis, though."
"For what it's worth, I'm glad. 'How easy it gets' is an engineering problem, obviously--I wonder if we can do anything about the other."
"Yeah--it would be better not to take more time than we need to, though, there're people who didn't come to Valinor who've had loved ones die and be reembodied, here."
"If we mess up too badly it might be that way forever. Even ten unnecessary Ages is better than permanently compromising our ability to fix it."
"Yeah. --I should probably stop thinking about this from this angle, for now, it's not generating any interesting insights and thinking 'but what if I were separated from Ahyadacil for Ages' is particularly--obstructive--when she is in fact not around, it's hard to think reasonably about it."