"More or less." She nods. "I haven't made a study of how it compares, mind! But my nephew Findarato tells me that although our first year we mature faster, after that, we slow down compared to Men, being completely outstripped by the third year. Let me see if I remember... but I think he mentioned that a child of our people at twenty, are physically equivalent to a mortal child of seven. At fifty one is allowed to seek an apprenticeship, begin courting...even marry, if you truly want to, although it is generally suggested to wait a little."

Not that either she and Feanaro did. Cough.

"All that sort of thing. But full adulthood is not reckoned until your hundredth year."