[If only there were a promised land for elves in this world, a place where one could go and be free from pain. Instead, they wither just like anyone else, the elvhen irrevocably quickened by the arrival of humans. Or at least that's how the stories go.]

Dahlasanor, [she rasps,] Nari and I... [Drawing in a deep breath, she sighs it out with at least a slight increase in comfort. Thranduil's presence is calming.] Our family.