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.
"Yeah. And, you know, whatever actually happened she got him to kiss her and didn't wind up married by the time they got back, I'm going to call it a win."
"By win I mostly just mean net positive. I am not under the impression that my beloved sister does not deserve far grander victories."
"Ahya has suggested that eloping wouldn't be out of the question but has promised to warn me first."
"Twin privileges and not being an authority privileges. Should I try to talk her down from elopement?"
"I don't know. They should probably give it some more thought, but I can see why he doesn't want a public betrothal and wedding party and I cannot blame him."
"Mhm. Her plan was a dinner beforehand--a smaller, private wedding party--with me and our parents and maybe a few other people who could be trusted to be discreet about it. If she actually does start arranging this or asks me to do so, should I see to it that you or any of your brothers are among the few other people?"
"I plan to. I shall grant that she provides an acceptable source of being verbally exasperated with your family but I have grown beyond the shallow days when I thought that was your primary conversational virtue."
"Nothing genuinely objectionable. Mostly it's just Ahya being silly over Tyelcormo."