You'd think the longer someone lived, the more enlightened they'd become. It doesn't seem to work that way, apparently. I've just been here a day and I've already encountered my fair share of elven bigotry. And I'm worried about Elanor. She seems sad, and I wonder if the family she's thrown in her lot with, as well as her lifespan, can really give her the appreciation and comfort she deserves.
It's certainly exquisitely beautiful here; the Elven sense of aesthetics is unsurpassed. But as far as social protocol goes, I won't be sad to take the next bus back to Hobbiton.
