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.
"Marille did mention he wanted to know who I had helping me, he thought it was her at first."
"She is. Anyway, this was never intended to get anyone actually hurt, if you think it'll damage your relationship..."
"It's fun! I dunno, it was--I dumped glitter on him, he swore revenge, I said I'd top whatever he did--things just sort of. Happened."
"I'm sure! But - are you just going to keep it up forever? Until something goes wrong?"
"...I don't want something to go wrong because of this. Until one of us does something the other can't top without something going wrong, I guess I thought..."
"I am happy to help you with the ambush but I kind of want to know what the bigger plan is here."
"And the answer to that is 'there kind of isn't one yet' and if you want to put this off until there is I'm fine with that."
She goes home and thinks about it.
She starts hanging around her sister's vicinity more often and the next time Tyelcormo shows up she catches him in a non-ambush fashion.
"Hey.
So--this thing we're doing? I like it a lot. It's fun. But, like, it is escalating--that's part of the point--and there's only so much it can do that before someone gets hurt. Speaking of which, sorry for stealing your stuff. That--could very easily have crossed a line, even if it didn't. And I was asking for my informant's help setting up my next revenge and they asked me what the endgame was and I realized I didn't know."