Transporter Room 3

There’s a series of books called The Legend of Drizzt last time I checked (it’s changed over the years, and the first book wasn’t even supposed to be about him lmao) and in one of the books, our main character believes he has lost all his friends (not a spoiler, we already know who is okay and who isn’t when he thinks this) and so he goes off alone into the mountains to kill orcs and goblins and shit until he maybe dies. A couple of elves way older than him meet him at one point, and since this is really the first time he’s spent with elves long term since he left his underground homeland decades before, he doesn’t really know “how to be an elf”.

This is basically their philosophy.

Elves can live over a thousand years (one dark elf we know of is blessed by their evil deity and is over 5,000), but dwarves only about 2-400 years (I think?) and half lings about 100-150ish, humans standard 80.

Since you will lose 10 sets of “lifelong friends” at least, if they’re human, many elves choose to stick with other elves.

But those that mingle, tend to segment their lives into smaller chunks.

Don’t try to live your life all thousand years in one go, you will lose so much by doing so.

But if you think of your life as more “this is me now, I am very different from the person who wore this outfit 5 years ago, and this is who I will be for the next 100 years” then it becomes more manageable.

You never forget the friends and family you made in an old life, but you cannot carry your grief over losing them for the rest of your life.

Those that do end up sticking to their own kind, because it’s less painful. (and also superiority complexes)

An elf wrote this.

I put a small calendar whiteboard on my wall, and any important things go on that in big letters.

Can’t not see it if it’s the first thing you look at upon waking up!

I say, having walked past myself in the mirror without looking literally thousands of times…