Beka is not sure what she was expecting as a result of walking into a snake monster but an Elf city would have been very low on a list of possibilities if someone had jumbled a lot of random words together into place-phrases and had her rank them. "Elf city" would probably have been under "spider void" and above "grape juice ocean". And yet here she is.
...some parents with young children didn't want to risk it, and if they weren't valuable the King permitted that?
No, besides that, like, uh, Prince Nelyafinwë's secret Elf boyfriend? Her ability to come up with a less awkward example is hampered by the lack of private thoughts.
Melkor killed my grandfather, our King. His successor was my father. My father's half-brother had him murdered, there was fighting in the streets, Maitimo pulled everything together, negotiated for the ships, took us across the sea. We dug in, freed the continent, got to work on how to survive in it. And then there was the Sun and the Moon - like the Sun but not as bright - and then we spread out and built a ring of fortresses around Angband and that's how it's been for the last two hundred years.
My parents remembered living in an orc village before Melkor came back and rounded them all up. They weren't that old. I'm like maybe thirty subjective.
They do not match my impression of his thing but I don't really understand the kind of being that would make a world like this.
I was more concerned with the war. I don't trust the Valar on how Eru making the world went, we'd just be comparing lies.
Noldor showed up and there was a big fight and tons of orcs died and we fell back to Angband. They charged in and the king died. Now there is less fighting for the time being.
She can't really think of any purposes that are served by quite this much elaborate lying to the orc population. Doesn't his lordship have enough to do confusing the fuck out of the prisoners he's torturing.