Thingol likes him well enough not to excommunicate him
*is already pretty well terrified of what might happen if his grandfather gets wind of any of this, thanks* *can't form a clear picture beyond half-humorous generalizations involving nukes, but still*
*nodding, almost relieved (knew I could count on you)* What do we do? I thought about calling the marchwardens, but. *shrugs (yeah, bad idea)*