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.
"They are! And yet, I suspect that if I tried to make these assertions to your brother Curufinwe, they would not be positively received!"
"I think it's about, like, presumed motives. What is the point of telling someone that you find their family exasperating - well, I can think of a hundred, but I bet he thinks of two, which are 'to hurt them' and 'to be later able to justify hurting them'."
"Whereas the actual motive is--having an emotion and wishing to express it. But it's hard to blame him for that interpretation."
She shrugs. "People can do what they can do. I have more capability to be empathetic and emotionally thoughtful than him, so if I want a positive relationship with him it's on me to navigate it.
I did not mean that as condescending as it came out."
"I remember deciding when I was three that if I didn't want my father to keep saying things that hurt people I had to manage conversations better."
"That's good.
When I was three I thought my parents were perfect and it was--good, that I had that. Maybe it wouldn't have been as nice for you, but," she shrugs. "It's something most people get to have, I think."
"My first instinct is to disagree with you but then I remember my mother's actual personality."
"Her name is 'Ercanis' and it suits. She's...not very conciliatory, with people she doesn't respect. She has a much lower threshold for respecting people than your dad does, but..."
"And perhaps I'm just a contrary child who would have decided the people around me were doing things wrong no matter what they were doing."
"Alas, by the time I was around for you to realize this error I expect it was already too late."