"Hello," he says cheerfully. 

"Hello! Would you like to talk about glass some more, or about the fact that your best friend's courting mine, because I know which of these things I find more interesting."

"I very much doubt I've heard anything the whole city hasn't but by all means."

"Well, true, but--most of the city doesn't know him as well as you do, I bet, or her as well as I do--and it's not that I have reason to doubt that they'd be good for each other, but..." she trails off. He certainly appears to be the most emotionally competent Feanorian, but he's still a Feanorian, and Marillë has--reminiscent failure modes--and that could either fail to be an issue or not that.

Find my uncle a little concerning?

I don't know if concerning is the right word--he's far from perfect but I don't really anticipate that suddenly becoming more relevant, but--

Feanorians seem kind of bad at taking care of themselves.

Marillë doesn't strike me as especially bad at that.

She's pretty subtle about it.

Maybe they need - some place that's twice as Valinor.

Twice as Valinor?

Even slower! Even lower stakes! If they can't take care of themselves here imagine Endorë!

Assuming everyone else was willing to go too, anyways.

They'd follow Maitimo anywhere.

True.

Is she happy?

Yeah, just sometimes I have to metaphorically shake her to get her to stop doing something unhealthy.

I expect you will have to keep doing it!

Yeah. 

It's really worth it.

Did she take some convincing that being happy is allowed?

Assuming you mean what I think you mean Ahya actually got to that before I did.

Oh, good.

Yeah, she got lucky.

You?

...Better than I could be.

Is this hard? The two of them, I mean -