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.
...It's not real. If I had any doubt of that whatsoever it would be very, very hard.
As it is I still don't like seeing him kiss her.
Yeah.
Dunno if it'll be better or worse when they marry, let alone have a kid--at least that won't be happening in public.
I don't know. Maitimo gave Marillë some very endearing anecdotes to pass on to me about you but that's not the same as knowing you and marriage is--
I've considered it something completely off the table and not worth the trouble of thinking about with respect to myself for for a while. Habits of thought are hard to break.
I think I would like to be friends with you, though. The anecdotes were pretty endearing. And. It's safe to talk to you about stuff.
I'm happy for them! Which, you know, still doesn't make her less preoccupied and more available to complain to about my girlfriend kissing a man.
Lots of people would probably be sympathetic to worries about one's best friend getting married and settling down, but I suppose it's really not the same.