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.
"They're all sworn to Melkor. The baby's not sworn to Melkor, I don't need the baby dead."
"We can't adopt them and have a bunch of eyes and ears for the Enemy running around, getting persuaded by voices in their head to make oaths..."
"They tamper with your head, make you nicer. Maybe make sure you're married to the baby's father, tha'ts the kind of thing they'd do."
"Well.
I'd say 'try not to die' but that seems a little cruel under the circumstances.
Elves can't have children unmarried."
"No, I just get tortured a lot so I don't turn into an Elf or have inadequately orcy kids. They let up some after I had the baby."
"Probably too late. Might have been too late my whole life, I dunno, when my parents tortured me they told me it was so I wouldn't turn into an Elf because then they wouldn't love me any more."
"...my adoptive orc parents," she clarifies, "my Elf dad probably killed himself before I was born and my Elf mom was kinda..."
"I, uh, know that Angband is horrible in all kinds of obvious and subtle ways, and don't usually care to let myself be upset about that because that'd make it good tactics for the enemy to throw tortured pretty girls at me - though, thinking about it, maybe that's not a bad incentive to set up -" he hugs her - "but you're clearly - as innocent as anyone sworn to the Enemy can be, and it's just - sad. That there's nothing better."