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.
Is the confusing part 'Beleriand', the concept of a war, or just the being mysteriously teleported.
My species is called Elves. We have osanwë. This is osanwë. You look like a human; humans don't have osanwë, but they can interact with ours. I'm using this because I doubt you speak Quenya or the other human languages I know, none of the humans I have met are pink-haired.
Humans look like this! He sends some. They're mortal - that is, after like sixty years they just up and die for no reason.
What do you mean that you're red?
Sixty's more than her species gets.
She tries not to think about it because they will kill her baby. She thinks about music.
When humans are five they are like so. When Elves are five they are like so, even smaller.
I don't know what you mean and it might be important and I promise not to hurt your child unless it's the only way to keep my people safe.
"Yep! I'm really confused! I would love to just swear we won't hurt the baby but that is totally the kind of stupid decision the Enemy would try to maneuver me into making." Hug. "I don't want to hurt the baby. I don't think - I have no idea, really, I guess, what it could possibly be."