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.
"If we're going at all presumably we could come up with something better than the way the Valar got us here."
"If the Valar are cooperating. If they're difficult about it it very well might not be something where you can go back and forth."
"Obviously I'm going to talk to my parents and Marille about this, but I'm sure I can get them to agree not to say anything about it until it's common knowledge if that seems like a good idea."
"I bet Marille's already guessed, a lot of my dad's projects are - pointed that direction."
"She hasn't mentioned anything of the sort but she probably wouldn't if she wasn't sure."
"I mean, most of Valinor's problems are social, and that's not your dad's forte."
"They'd still go away without the Valar hanging over everything - and we'd be selecting out the people who wanted to stay -"
"You're right about the second part. I hope you're right about the first."