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.
"I had reasons for sticking close to the city that involve other peoples' business so I'm not going to explain them."
"They are. I've never seen anything that--that--I can't think of a word for it."
They're pretty slow-moving but it'd be kind of rude at some point. Unless you want to pet one, then I can ask.