Wonderful! ....There's still a lot of it, but he can make some real headway figuring out what he can skip and what's unique to Golarion. 

They certainly won't get through it all in a day and don't even seem to have any sense that'd be desirable, but he can get a sense of where their comprehension is ahead of or behind what's required for wizardry. 

(They are obviously gossiping over telepathy a lot; whenever anyone in the class understands something, they suddenly all do.)

....Well that's real creepy. It hadn't occurred to him before to wonder how much tacit mental monitoring these people do, or how suspicious his own refusal to admit osanwë might look. He should probably get in the habit of strategically allowing it at times when he's confident he can restrain his thoughts. 

That's enough class for today. 

They are very grateful and file out in apparently high spirits. Someone brings him lunch.

He eats, somewhat listlessly. He wonders if he should ask Félix to go about pretending to be an ordinary magpie and tell him what the Quendi are like when he's not around – no, that won't work, they can read his thoughts. 

It's only about an hour past the end of lessons that beautiful instrumental music announces the King - for the benefit of mortals, osanwe having already announced it to the Quendi - and Elie is invited to the command tower again to meet him. 

Is there any very important royal etiquette he ought to know first? (He's not committed to following it or anything, but if he gives offense he'd rather it be due to a considered stand on principle). 

One dresses very elegantly to meet the King and speaks when invited to and addresses him as 'your grace' or 'your majesty' and... you know, doesn't do horrifically rude things like mocking his dead father or claiming his clothes are ugly? It's sometimes hard to guess what'll be intuitively obvious to aliens. Of course if Elie's trying to be respectful the King will be gracious about errors.

In that case he would like advice on what to wear and a more precise breakdown of the connotations of "grace" and "majesty" in Quenya. 

They are delighted to provide him with advice on what to wear, which takes mostly the form of which colors complement his best features than anything to do with politics, and equally delighted to provide him with over an hour of etymological context on forms of address in the Quendi monarchy. 

Then he will be very well-dressed and of the opinion that "your grace" (from lissë, meaning physical grace but also favor or kindness, particularly from a superior to an inferior) offends his sensibilities but "your majesty" (from alcar, really closer to "radiance" or "brilliance") is slightly better. 

Then they'll bring him in to meet the King. 

The King has striking red hair and the same delicate perfect features of his whole species, and looks genuinely delighted to see Elie. "Elie Cotonnet. Never before have I greeted a visitor from another world, you will have to forgive me my ignorance of how to do it. Welcome to Arda."

"Élie's just fine, your majesty. LIkewise, I meet very few kings, so if you excuse my ignorance I'll have to forgive yours."

"How do humans govern themselves? To us it seems that your short lifespans must be very limiting in options for governance but I suppose in our absence they don't even necessarily seem short."

"We're not all humans where I come from, and humans aren't especially long-lived. Elves live for five, six, seven hundred years, and it doesn't seem to make them much better at self-governance – but they're an insular people, so I might not know if it did. They have a monarchy,  I think. That's popular for humans, too, but not by any means universal."

"What else do people do?"

"Some places are theocracies – ruled by priests, or directly by gods. And then there are various flavors of ruling counciles, some with appointments by merit, some hereditary, some by means far too complicated for me to understand. Sometimes powerful wizards carve out their own kingdoms. I'm sure there are other things I've never heard of, as I've never left Galt until I came here. And of course Galt is a republic."

He says it like Maitimo's father spoke about language, or like Maitimo's brother speaks about Maitimo's father. "A republic?"

"Your brother didn't explain? Oh – well, it's not as if I tire of talking about it – 

A republic is a system of government wherein the people of a nation rule themselves. In Galt, we recognize the perfect right of all free reasoning beings to frame our own government, to choose who administers it, and to dismiss them if we think they've failed in their duty. At the moment we've got a national assembly, and every adult citizen may vote on a representative from their district to speak for their interests in it – the exact organization may change when the war's over. Republics are a very new thing on our planet – possibly also a very old thing – and I'd be surprised if we'd found the best way to go about it on our first try. I could go on about the many advantages of such a system even in a very provisional state, of course, but under the circumstances – " 

He doesn't look as if he particularly minds the circumstances. 

"Well, you're probably not going to persuade me I ought to try it here, because I worry that people wouldn't do exactly what I wanted if I didn't have the power to make them, but I'm not going to take offense at your explaining why it is better from every conceivable perspective other than that one. It would be a little contemptible, to not want to hear about beautiful and good things just because I won't do them."

Wonder of wonders – an honest king. 

"Are you very attached to people doing exactly what you want them to?"

"I'd say I'm fairly attached to it! I suppose the occasions where people don't do what I want and it works out well aren't necessarily obvious. But I doubt you're claiming that I'd by some mysterious alchemy get more of what I wanted if no one were trying to do it."

"I wouldn't imagine so – though it's hard to say, not knowing what you want. I could argue that your subjects would be happier, more honest, more inclined to labor for their own good and for the common good, more steadfast in their opposition to evil and tyranny whatever form it takes. We have our own tyrant god back home, and we never would have driven his servants from our borders if we were servants ourselves. Of course, my people aren't yours – and I can't fault yours for diligence.

Purely out of curiosity, I'd like to ask – what is so appealing about having people do what you say? I know it's a common vice, but not one I've ever understood particularly well." 

" - well, to name the thing that jumps most fervently to mind, sometimes if they don't do that, they instead murder your family."