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.
So first thing the next morning they can leave to see the duck-billed dinosaurs! Ahya remembers to bring drawing materials.
The duck-billed dinosaurs don't want to get close, especially. That's not really a problem.
It is not! Ahya will sketch them and at one point when the crested ones start trumpeting the Elves can sing with them.
It really, really is.
"Thank you for bringing me. This is even better than I had imagined."
"That would've been nice. Might mean this place was infected with--Tirionness, though."
"Maybe a bit, but - we're farther from Taniquetil, I really think that makes a difference."
"That is true. And if it hadn't made enough of a difference people could always find another place and build another city-where-people-go-to-get-away-from-Tirion."
"It's probably too late, now, or I'd suggest getting your brother to move down here and take the city with him after all."
"That they think they can just run our lives like that, and people listen--it's Eru's will, they say, and why does Eru will it and why should we hold that to be absolute--people don't say you should do whatever your parents tell you even once you're an adult--and people don't even ask why, they just ruin lives and scramble brains and hearts--"
"Dinosaurs," she reminds herself. "We are down south where this is not a problem and we are watching lovely dinosaurs and I. Don't have to think about this."
"Okay, good." She grins at him and then goes back to watching the dinosaurs.
They are. She's going to be perfectly happy watching them and drawing them and periodically singing along with their calls for as long as they stay out.