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.
Yours is such a pretty shade of pink. I don't know if I've ever seen anything that shade.
Well he is welcome to examine it but it doesn't have the charming Elf feature. She's glad he likes it. She thinks it is objectively nice but it has connotation problems at home.
And he still doesn't see why they shouldn't have sex as long as she's adorably happy which she is, so.
Another pretty girl falls directly on top of them and says "oof" and rolls to protect the bundle in her arms.
"Eru," Macalaurë says alarmedly. And then "Eru," irritatedly.
"- uh - sorry -" Yet another unfamiliar language. She averts her eyes from the pair. Spots Katin. Blinks.
He starts braiding his hair. This one looks younger. Hello. What's your name and is it very similar to 'Peka', and the baby 'Kat' something?"
He glances at Peka. "I think maybe we should take them back to the fortress. Rabka, are you human?"
He is also mildly annoyed about the interruption! Do you know how to ride a horse?
I guess I will have someone bring a carriage. Do you have any idea how you got here?