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, that works. Or we could be a day's ride from Tirion and not tell anyone where so they can't come dragging us in."
"Like how there's almost no chance anyone's going to drag anyone I know off to Lorien, let alone because I let something slip, but I'm still terrified of the possibility."
"Yeah. Though I don't think I think about that in particular as much as you do."
"Yeah. I mean, I don't actively think about it that much, but yeah."
"That works." Snuggle. "About the distance of your parents' house, or farther?"
"Is she going to be apprenticing with my family a while longer? Because we can at least do same side of the city."
"She is! I imagine she wouldn't fit in nearly so well otherwise."
...She's going to refrain from arguing with him about that for the moment. "You're you, and Marille's Marille, and a significant chunk of how she gets along with them involves her being smart--I'm not saying being brilliant is the only way to get along with your family but I think Marille wouldn't fit in as well if she weren't brilliant. Although I could be mistaken, it probably depends on the circumstances, it might be that she would get along with them totally differently if she were interacting with them for non-apprenticeship reasons."
"Yeah, could be, she gets along with Nelyo fine and he's not - it's not that he's not smart, but -"
"You and he are both very different kinds of exceptional from your dad."
"There's other details we should probably talk about at some point but they're not, like, urgent, I am perfectly happy to stagger any instances of Responsible Adult Conversation."
"Oh good because I wanted to climb the Minyon and drop this sack of silk flower petals embroidered with 'reexamine your life choices' on peoples' heads."