Humans have killed plenty of Dalish before, and the People harbor a great deal of anger over it. Some do act out on it, hunting them like we hunt deer. Hurting them, in various ways, sometimes quickly, sometimes not. I disapprove, and I’ve certainly never partaken, myself. Yet, few people would view that as an accomplishment.

[ She’s frowning, finally taking her fork to her food—by jabbing it repeatedly. It’s mostly to help vent the pie, but it’s probably more enthusiastic than strictly necessary. Still, some of that tension does leave when he assures her that he would stop her from killing any elves. There are still concerns, and there’s more than one way to be a threat, but—it’s something. ]

Thranduil, I don’t have the time, nor the wherewithal to faff about chasing every human and elf who enter a relationship. But—[ She opens her mouth, to say something about how ‘infuriating’ isn’t a great quality in a relationship, before recalling the recent goat in her office, and closes her mouth, choosing to take a different route. ]—I am concerned. She’s—Thranduil, I think it’s safe to say few women would turn you down if you pursued them. Surely you could find one that you could say something more positive than ‘she doesn’t act on her hate’.