[ Beleth ponders asking, what good are you to us if you're so easily broken? But that seems unnecessarily cruel, so instead, she shrugs. ]

I suppose that's something everyone who loves someone else has to reconcile. Lovers, family, friends. And I suppose it's not like our current predicament is giving any of us good odds for longevity.

[ It's a odd way to comfort someone, she supposes. ]

I won't say that I think it's a good idea, Thranduil. But it sounds like you've...come to terms with whatever it entails.