*packs up Elros' music-stand as she readies to go and see the tree-dwelling half of her family*
*thinks about that
proposed visit to the consulate again and finds herself less eager to broach the subject with her father than before.*
He'll freak. Or he'll give you the silent treatment. Or lie really badly about being okay with it. Either way I doubt it'll be pretty. Maybe I could hide behind Caranthire... :s