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 think the worry is that if you're seeing each other it's very tempting to cut the waiting."
"Really? Personally, I think I'd find it more tempting to just give up if giving up meant the difference between being married and being completely absent from their life instead of the difference between being married and getting to see them regularly in a nonmarried fashion."
"I guess it's probably the kind of thing that's different when you're experiencing it than when you're imagining it."
"Yes, probably. My grandfather wants me to get married before he retires, so I'll - have more perspective on things."
"Makes a certain amount of sense. Sort of introduces a problematic set of incentives, though. Good thing you're you and not someone I'd trust less to not be influenced by them."
"True! Although given how well you get to know people maybe you could do that sort of thing once they were around."
"Probably. But if they're that good and want to run things, maybe when I am very old I'll want to give them the chance."
"Maybe! Although given that you haven't even gotten to try being King yet it seems like speculating about that is probably even less productive than speculating about our siblings' hypothetical trip shenanigans."
"Planning to eventually hand the kingdom on does effect how I mean to govern it. But fair."
"And I sincerely doubt you'll be able to keep from meddling entirely, even if you do retire. You're a very positively meddlesome person."