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.
Eventually they'll have to head back. This is acceptable solely because there are other kinds of dinosaur to see later.
It sounds like it! "Have any recommendations for which ones should be next?"
"I usually don't plan, just kind of wander. We're not in a hurry, and that's sort of the best part -"
"I'm really glad we saw the duckbills and if I think of anything else I won't be meek about letting you know but off the top of my head I can't really think of anything."
Ooooh, so so many things. This species heads north sometimes, you can occasionally see them near Tirion, these ones have very short lives, these ones lay stunning pink eggs - and individuals, that one's hurt and that one's shy and that one's nervous...
She listens with rapt fascination. Would it be possible to see any of the stunning pink eggs, or would that upset the parents; should she be doing or refraining from doing anything to put the nervous one at ease; what's wrong with the hurt one?
Hard to diagnose from here; they could try singing it better. They'd probably better stay well away from the eggs but just looking wouldn't be a problem. Nervous one probably shouldn't unlearn his nervousness, people do hunt that species.
He's probably going to find them first but this doesn't curb her enthusiasm.
They're so pretty! She admires them delightedly from a parent-soothing distance.