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.
"A bi-directional information imbalance, then.I suppose you could select only from people who were born in Endore and came to Valinor, but that limits the available pool rather sharply...of course, if we're saying we're selecting from all the Elves, ever, we could say we're selecting a future version of any given Elf who has in the interim acquired relevant information."
"That sounds much harder to do, somehow. A Vala probably could just speak to every Elf; future versions with different information is a different problem..."
"Oh, when you said all the Elves I thought you meant including ones who hadn't been born yet."
"Someday presumably the pigeon-messengers and the powered flight will get us back in touch with the opposite shore."
"Well, yeah, but you're probably not going to immediately attempt to select fourteen Elves at random at that point."
"Well, true. At that point it's hopefully less a question of polling everyone than of letting them decide for themselves on an ongoing basis, though."
"For what it's worth, I'm glad. 'How easy it gets' is an engineering problem, obviously--I wonder if we can do anything about the other."
"Yeah--it would be better not to take more time than we need to, though, there're people who didn't come to Valinor who've had loved ones die and be reembodied, here."
"I do agree. It's just--hard not to imagine being separated from Ahyadacil like that."