The guards seem to be very stressed about guarding someone, but reassured when she seems happy. 

The King comes by again to check on her.

"Hi! Did you miss me?"

- he looks a little confused. 

"Hi. I wanted to make sure you were doing all right."

"Nobody has tortured me yet but I bet you're that nice to all the girls."

" - nobody's going to torture you. Were you expecting that? Nobody's going to hurt either of you unless you don't leave us any choices, and even then we wouldn't torture you -"

"I have maybe a skewed view of the world."

Sigh. "I can imagine. Okay." He sits down. "We are at war with Melkor because he tortures people and we object to that behavior. We do not engage in it ourselves. You're safe here, she's safe here - I don't even know what else I should assure you isn't going to happen -"

"What were you gonna do if I were like an Elf on the being locked up thing?"

"Have Tyelcormo ride south with you both, get you well out of range of sudden orders from Angband, keep an eye on you while we thought of something better."

"It's okay in here. Maybe kinda boring. I'm running out of things to rhyme with 'baby'. Are you gonna visit me again, I feel all special."

"I'd be delighted. Once things have settled a bit I can give the guards permission to take you out for walks."

"That'd be awesome, it's so pretty outside. Do they have to put me on a leash or is that not your kink?"

"I don't know how Angband works," he says slowly, "but Elves don't marry in wartime and, ah, don't make decisions on the handling of prisoners for personal enjoyment."

"I'm pretty sure I can't get married. It's not like nobody tried. I mean, this is my own literal actual baby."

"I'm very sorry -"

"So I wasn't implying anybody would be marrying me. No personal enjoyment? Wow, tough racket."

"It wasn't my first career choice."

"What was?"

"Music. It's very strange to meet someone who doesn't know that."

"I've got dribs and drabs but only that, most of the parts I played were for the benefit of people who never met you and I guess my most recent background character wasn't expected to need to cough up the information midscene. Are you good?"

Snort. "Not good enough yet. I wouldn't expect they'd want to teach their slaves magic, or are you an unusually rebellious one?"

"I've never met another orf, but I am more rebellious than an orc who swears to serve Melkor when they're two. I picked up bits 'cause you have to know how to sing to play an Elf. Went from there."

But she almost certainly swore to serve Melkor when she was two, he doesn't point out. Maybe 'the oaths for orfs might be different' is enough uncertainty. 

He starts singing.

Ooh.

He smiles at her and goes back to singing.