Eight centuries. [ She murmurs it in wonder. ] I can't imagine living that long. If I were that old, I would have seen the Dales--And seen it fall, I suppose. [ She frowns. She couldn't imagine what that must have been like for her ancestors. ] Maybe...It's a good thing I never had to see that.

[ Her kneejerk reaction is to tell Thranduil that she isn't equal, or all that worthy, or--anything all that amazing, she is just one elf in a sea of amazing people. But--that's arguing with Thranduil, which would be pretty rude, considering.

Besides. Humans have done some pretty disgraceful shit. ]

You're right. I just...need to wait. It'll be okay. I have time. I just wish there were more Dalish here. Or elves, really.

[ There were currently two Dalish men that Beleth knew of, one being gay and the other being a former fuckbuddy, which is not something she is going to explain to Thranduil. ]