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.
Snuggle. And I can follow the merits of a plan that involves throwing you at me, I just don't see what the being two hundred years behind the times and thinking the King is a prisoner adds.
That did happen. Huh. After that there was a civil war, which our current King won, and then he took us all across the sea.
...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.
Perhaps the Enemy will show his hand eventually. Or maybe it was Eru.