That's horribly sad. It does explain why this world is so terrible, though. In Arda it didn't happen! Elves were created in a dangerous place, beside the waters of Cuivienen, and then they were invited by the servants of God to come live in paradise, so now they live in paradise. 

Well in that case they certainly won't need humans coming in to minister to them. They'll probably still find it useful to talk to his friend about how to handle the prisons, though, he's more used to the kinds of problems they have here. And they're more than welcome to come to Sunday service whenever they like.

They would like! It's so beautiful! 

Well, service is every Sunday at ten, and he writes down his contact information for them, they can call or email if they need a ride and he'll work something out, and then he excuses himself, there are a couple other people he wanted to check in with today.

The other humans will readily include them in their small talk, and after a while the crowd starts to thin out.

They will follow their hosts out.

Back home they go.

There's an email from their Black Lives Matter contact; they have an appointment to talk to a lawyer Tuesday afternoon via Skype.

They don't know how that works but as long as Sam and Shaney do, great!

Yup!

So, that gives them tomorrow free; Sam has work, but Shaney's free if there's anything they'd like to do.

Listen to music!!

Well that's a surprise.

She sets them back up with Youtube on the tablet and goes to see if there's any likely-looking live music close enough to go see.

YouTube is amazing.

It is!

Late in the afternoon Chrissy turns up wanting to sit on their laps and listen to the pretty music.

They are absolutely delighted to hold her and sing.

Ooooo.

She sings along. She's not especially good at it even by human eight-year-old standards, but she is enthusiastic.

They are very tolerant! Singing takes practice, after all, and she's not bad for an Elf eight-Earth-year-old.

Eventually Shaney shows up to shoo her off to bed; she has school in the morning. Chrissy fusses about it, but goes.

The Elves will go back to YouTube!

They still aren't in any danger of running out of classical music to listen to, though the suggestions are starting to get pretty repetitive.

They don't find them so at all.

They'll have no trouble keeping themselves entertained overnight, then.

In the morning Shaney tells them that there's a piano recital at the library two towns over that they can make it to if they leave right after she gets the kids on the bus - it's more amateur than what they've been listening to, but if they want to hear some live music it might be worth the trip anyway.

They'd love that!

They can do that, then.

It's quite a ride away - they can sit in the truck's cab, though, and Shaney hooks the tablet up so they have music - and when they get there she explains that they need to be quiet in the library - yes, this means no singing, but there's a place to sit outside if they want to do that - and that if they want to borrow any books or music CDs to bring them to her and she'll put them on her card.

The pianist is setting up, and there are plenty of good places left to sit.

Then they will have three delighted Elves in the front row!

Shaney points out where she'll be sitting with her laptop and tells them to come get her when they're ready to go.

The piano recital is nice for an amateur, but definitely amateur, and it lasts for about an hour.

Pianos are fascinating. They are a good audience. They compliment the pianist and then come and find her.