Taniquetil is that mountain, the one into the making of which physics obviously had no input; there are regular shuttles up, she can go any time. They have lodging arranged in the meantime - "and if there's anything you'd like to see while you're here -"

"I've no idea what things are considered essential viewing."

"I'll forward you a tourism brochure. If you care to meet the royals - not ours, this is Valimar, it's Vanyarin - I can arrange that too, but the Vanyar are, ah, widely agreed to be more all-of-the-things-Elves-are-compared-to-your-species than the Noldor so perhaps you wouldn't care for them."

"I might like Elves quite well on neutral terms, I wouldn't know. I have no overwhelming need to check."

She is forwarded a tourism brochure. Her hotel is near the base of Taniquetil. Everyone here has golden hair; they mostly walk around their exquisitely pretty city streets singing.

Perhaps this is an appealing occupation if you are immortal.

She makes an efficient schedule for herself and sees things and shuttles up the mountain.

Where Nessa apologizes for the air pressure thing and boops her on the nose after confirming that's all right. 

Immortality, at least when conferred in this manner, makes wandering around singing not particularly more appealing. 

There's a ship back home. This time the tapestry has a visually stunning cliffside and a sunset and a child with silver hair and a child with red, clinging to each others' noses and giggling, while her parents look on in terror and his giggle and coo and scramble to capture a picture.

Can she switch rooms. Or art.

"Uh, sure, let me check what else is open. Does 503 work?"

Does it?

The artwork features no reds.

That will be fine, thank you.

And back they go.

Where she resumes work.

Refugee resettlement in Endorë is going really well! Elves are really optimistic that inside a century the population will be successfully integrated.

The reds on Endorë find out about Peka. They are huge fans. Is she a princess? She's sort of like a princess, right?

She's presumably going to marry the prince once his brother's back alive and that will in fact make her a princess. 

("Of the Noldor", someone says dismissively. "Their royals breed like rabbits."

"I don't think the refugees'll mind that it's of the Noldor, they're the ones who got them out.)

A red caste princess!!!!

When word gets back to Valinor about this he is charmed. "You're a celebrity in Endorë, beloved."

"Really? Why?"

"I think the reds are really excited to have a red princess!"

"- awww - would it be really hard to let them come watch me princessify -"

"The Valar are still being obnoxious about transit that direction but we could go. Have a diplomatic visit as emissaries of the Noldor and so on."

Giggle.

"I'll see about setting that up, why don't I."