[ elrond rubs his neck, feeling the dryness stick to the walls of his throat. ]

I imagine it feels no different than anyone else. The passage of time does not feel so marked when you are sharing them with people who have lived just as long.

[ and yet. and yet. ]

It is harder, I think, if I spent all my time with Men. To see them perish, to know that they will pass and never see them again, not even in the Undying Shores.