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.
"Long enough to acquire the glitter, or do you just carry that around waiting for opportunities?"
"It was for a friend and the rest is extremely none of your business."
She glances at the children to see if they're looking in this direction.
She makes a dumping motion over her head and then a combing motion.
That is a new sex thing. I have not heard of it. Will your friend be terribly disappointed that you have stolen their sex thing and dumped it on the head of a sleeping prince of the Noldor.
I'm not sure my friend didn't make it up. Anyway, I can get more.