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.
Well. This is a mildly depressing and fruitless conversational topic. What have you been doing, lately, and how is it coming?
This is a much happier conversational topic! After a little description he asks after hers.
She has been doing some really interesting things with colors! This one ingredient makes the most amazing hue in glass, but it raises the melting point inconveniently, they're still working something out to even that out.
"Is there a lot to be done if you could work at higher melting points?"
"It's not that it's impossible to do that, but it's usually more convenient in the long run to add something to lower it than to find a Maia who'll heat the furnace to the right level."
"Do we still not have a good way to get high temperatures without divine intervention? I sort of expect my uncle to be fussed by that, he wants to leave someday."
"Oh, I'm sure he'd make a very public announcement if he'd got it down."
"We're still not sure he didn't tell her he couldn't be at the recitation just so he could pleasantly surprise her when he was."
"- it wouldn't be wildly out of character, to be sure. Though he wouldn't have if he'd thought it might be an unpleasant surprise."
"What reason could he have had to think that?" she asks lightly. It's not like he knew, before then. I think.
That I don't think he'd have done, it'd be unkind. "I sometimes find unexpected Fëanorians an unpleasant surprise."
"I mean, it was her recitation as Feanaro's apprentice; she wasn't expecting that Feanorian in particular but if she wasn't expecting Feanorians in general she would have bigger problems than Maitimo showing up unexpectedly."
"She'd probably better get used to unplanned instances of Feanorian, really, considering everything."