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.
"That's better. C'mon, let's actually sit down." She leads her to a convenient couch. "You're really silly sometimes, you know that?"
Snuggle. They can just sit there snuggling for a while, that's perfectly fine, especially if Marille feels like she needs to decompress.
Marille is so right when she isn't doing unhealthy things to her emotions!
You know what's even better than just kissing, though? Kissing with hairpets.
What a coincidence, Vorondie is also very correct about things.
It's probably not going to take that long to escalate from there. Marille really was away for too long.
At least Marille is good at dealing productively with her mistakes when they're pointed out to her!
A very...productive...time is had by all.
So productive!
Eventually, after, Marille says, "Today while we were talking the Prince Nelyafinwe asked me if I was going to want a family of my own."
"That I hadn't really thought about it and would need a prospective candidate before I seriously started thinking about it."
"...Sometimes. Not consistently. We're not all--I never had an Ahyadacil, who I could tell without fear of censure and to immediately go 'well if the world says you're wrong then the world is wrong.' You have an--unusually healthy outlook of what we are, I think."
Snuggle. "I love you. I'm glad I can love you. I'm glad I didn't go to Lorien as soon as I figured myself out. It doesn't really matter anyway, we can't."
Vorondie appreciates this! Very much.
Eventually, though, she says, "Tell me less depressing things about what's happened since the last time I saw you."