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.
Yeah, it's not, like, surprising that he's so much better than her.
"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."
"True. Wouldn't solve your oldest brother's attachment, though."
"True. He'd try taking everyone along with him and that'd rather defeat the point."
"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."
"Dunno which part would be nicer. Tirion wouldn't be so bad if only I were good at something."
"I'm glad you found something. Even if it's not a very Tirion-helpful thing."