[ it is difficult for elrond to explain. even though, once he had been half-elven, he was not, not anymore. and sometimes he wonders . . . no it's best not to. ]

We keep time like anyone else, but we do not embrace it so stringently. The seasons are to be celebrated, but not used as markers for our age.

And we can perish in combat like anyone else. But we do not sicken like men do. Age does no leech the life from our skin. And . . . if we choose to, we can return to the Undying Shores, free of the world's harms.