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.
It wouldn't surprise me if he just enjoys drama for the sake of drama.
Eventually they get back to the house.
Do you remember when I said that if I had liked girls and my parents had dragged me to Lorien I'd never be able to forgive them, and you commented that it was lucky I was nice and appropriately attracted to boys?
Thaaaat seems like additional reason she shouldn't get married. To my brother. Who is a man.
And it turns out he isn't attracted to girls. Which is. Most of the reason I expected her to need to consult him before giving me permission to tell you.
That is true. And it's a lot easier for me to look out for Marille because she tells me stuff like this.
It's not that Maitimo doesn't trust me it's just that he's super paranoid. In general. He doesn't tell anyone anything that actually matters.
And I understand that but the fact that he's not keeping information from you because he doesn't trust you doesn't mean you have the information you need to look out for him.
I love you so much. I don't give a damn what the Valar think of the whole business but I'm glad I'm attracted to boys because you are one.
There are advantages to having waited to have this conversation until they were back at their house.
She does not quite fail to give a damn what other people think of them enough to be unbraiding her hair like this in public, so yes.
That'd be a bit much, yes. And they went to all this effort to build a lovely house, they should probably use it for something.
Several weeks later, at the beginning of the summer festival, Vorondie, having been nudged to go in a certain direction by Marillë, "runs into" Prince Findekano, by "accident."