"Everyone else seems to think so too." Elros says dryly. "They never stop to wonder what happens to the families." He sighs. "They tell us my father wanted to choose mortality too, but for love of his wife, he did not. My brother, his heart has always lain with our elven kin, but when I worked with Men during the War, I knew that my restlessness had found a home. But it means we will be parted, Elrond and I, until the World's End. And he might have to face that choice again from his own children, one day, where mine will be like me, mortal. For that reason alone, I regret my choice, for the wound this will leave in my twin's soul when I die."

He hums. "I cannot say what other pairings would be like in my world - our family is somewhat unique, in that respect. And there's the fact that Great-grandmother Luthien wasn't halfelven in the "half mortal" sense at all, for her mother was ainur, one of the lesser Powers of the world, and goodness knows how that affects things. But from my own experience - in our childhood we grew swifter to our adult stature than Elves, but once there we aged more like the Elves, which is to say, mostly not at all. Our emotional development, though, I have been told, is somewhat halfway in between but closer to that of elves - I am, by the count of my elven kin, not even of age, yet - which is why you might notice them hovering, a bit. But by the count of Men I am an elder!

But if, as you say, in your world, something of the elven nature is lost in the children, I can see why there would be concern there."