"As well as we spoke our own language."

"I'm sorry about him," she tells her conspecifics. "Dear, these people have never heard of Miriel Therinde, you just sound like a jerk."

"They already know who I am," he says indifferently.

She gives him a very unimpressed look.

"He's usually nicer than this, I think he thinks you secretly hate him, he never responds well to that."

"I do not, I just care about the language and am one of the only people who still speaks it."

She sighs. "Well, regardless of what the language is called."

She nods. "It's okay, don't worry, I knew Elves were dramatic and petty."

"Oh, good, that makes things much easier."

"Humans are also dramatic and petty."

"Less so."

"Your brother called himself Bloodstained for a couple of years because he was in an emo stage -"

"You threatened to throw anyone who insulted me in a dungeon."

"I should have done it!"

Nienor giggles. "I'm glad the fate of the world's in human hands, personally."

"Oh, me too, we f - sorry, you're eleven - we mucked it up pretty badly."

"To be fair I think the Valar were at least partially responsible for that but it's also reasonable to be glad the fate of the world is in the hands of people who can't be Doomed."

"We were Doomed."

"...Well, hopefully it didn't stick."

"Yeah, I really hope so. I don't feel very Doomed but dunno if you can feel it."

"Everyone was feeling really sh--really lousy already when our Doom got handed down so I dunno if we'd have noticed."

"And I wasn't even born yet when I was doomed."

"Yeah."

"I hope we're not. This time."