"I don't recommend underestimating me."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Wise of you."

"And, sorry, you are -"

"Ahyadacil. Marillë's sister, come to check up on her."

"Might not wanna interrupt her."

"Yes, that would be why I'm out here."

"Ah, okay. You been waiting a while?"

"A little while, yeah."

"Long enough to acquire the glitter, or do you just carry that around waiting for opportunities?"

"I already had it for unrelated reasons."

"What unrelated glitter reasons are there?"

"It was for a friend and the rest is extremely none of your business."

"You kind of dumped your business on my head."

"None of my business either," she says faux-primly.

"Now I'm super tempted to guess though."

She glances at the children to see if they're looking in this direction.

"They're statues. My mom's brilliant, isn't she?"

"...Wow. Yeah."

"So, no sneaky listening ears."

She makes a dumping motion over her head and then a combing motion.

I'm still missing something.

...Combing it into her hair? It's a sex thing.

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.