One hundred and twenty seven? [There is something tender in the amazement in her voice. She doesn't intend it, but it is there nonetheless.]

You are an adult by our standards as well, though only just I'm afraid. Majority is one hundred years of age; I do not think my grandsons were freed from my daughter's gaze until they reached one hundred and fifty, however.

As for Thranduil, well, yes...I knew him when he was very young. Much, much younger than you. He was but a babe when I met him and he has...retained quite a lot of his stubbornness.

[She shakes her head and pauses a moment to think. The eddies of time are many and tracing it back is complex. Each time she must give this answer she ponders it, in case she recalls something she once did not; it is best to give the truth, even if it is faded by the passing of ages.]

I fear I cannot truly say how old I am, time was strange ere the days of dawn. Hours and years moved in much the same way before the sun existed to mark them. But, if I must, I would guess it is near to fifteen thousand years?

I am not the eldest of the Eldar...but I am the eldest still living, insofar as I know.