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 don't actually know much about the Vanyar as a whole aside from rumors and stereotypes and I make a policy of not giving undue weight to those."
"I suppose it's possible that it goes the other way around, that we grow into a temperament suited to our people -"
"Really? I have to admit, I'm a little surprised to hear that a Vala thinks someone would be better off outside of Valinor."
"Oh, they were very divided on taking us here in the first place. Ulmo was opposed, Oromë - has declined to specify how he voted on it."
"Well, I suppose people do. And the Valar are people, I think, even if they're a very very different kind of people from Elves..."
"There's few enough of them that you wouldn't necessarily expect the level of variation that you can find in Elves or--come to think of it--Maiar, but I suppose if you selected fourteen Elves and fourteen Maiar at random you wouldn't necessarily expect them to be unusually similar."
"And you'd certainly expect some disagreement, if you grabbed fourteen Elves, on the wisdom of coming to Valinor."
"Yeah--of course, then you have to ask yourselves what pool of Elves you're selecting from, exactly--"
"Well, if you're selecting from both Elves who've never seen Valinor and Elves who have, it seems like you'd have an information imbalance..."