Beleth listens intently to Galadriel, nodding along as she tells her about Melian--Though she pauses when Galadriel touches on Luthien, blinking in surprise. "Her daughter married a human? Why in the world would she do that? Is--Is that normal, in Arda?" It was certainly taboo here, and the elves here weren't immortal noble beings, splendid and ethereal. She couldn't imagine what an elf who was would find attractive about a mere human man.
Because Beleth doesn't like human men!!! They all suck!!!
It's depressing, the story, aside from that, but the mention of a homeland peeks her curiosity. She wondered what kind of homeland a woman like Galadriel was from, what had caused her to leave it--and why she didn't think she'd be back. But Beleth's curiosity wasn't so great as to be oblivious to the reluctance Galadriel possessed to discuss it, and the Dalish could understand. She also had someone waiting in her homeland, and she also wondered if she would ever see it, and him, again. So she filed it away for another day.
"Hahren--It means different things to the Dalish, and the city elves. The word means elder, and that's what they are to the Dalish. We honor the long lives they've led--" She pauses for a moment, suddenly acutely aware that even the eldest hahren in the Ashara clan must seem like a child to Galadriel. She cleared her throat, and quickly moved on. "They keep our stories, and care for the children. Our oldest hahren is a man named Anan. He's of poor health, and can't walk around much anymore, but his spirit still burns brightly." She paused, giving a few moments for remembrance, smile fond.
"But for the city elves...I'm not exactly sure, but they seem to serve almost as a Keeper would. Perhaps because they used to send all their mages off to be locked away in a tower. But they lead the alienages, I guess." A small shrug followed the much less interested explanation. Who cared about city elves anyway.
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Because Beleth doesn't like human men!!! They all suck!!!
It's depressing, the story, aside from that, but the mention of a homeland peeks her curiosity. She wondered what kind of homeland a woman like Galadriel was from, what had caused her to leave it--and why she didn't think she'd be back. But Beleth's curiosity wasn't so great as to be oblivious to the reluctance Galadriel possessed to discuss it, and the Dalish could understand. She also had someone waiting in her homeland, and she also wondered if she would ever see it, and him, again. So she filed it away for another day.
"Hahren--It means different things to the Dalish, and the city elves. The word means elder, and that's what they are to the Dalish. We honor the long lives they've led--" She pauses for a moment, suddenly acutely aware that even the eldest hahren in the Ashara clan must seem like a child to Galadriel. She cleared her throat, and quickly moved on. "They keep our stories, and care for the children. Our oldest hahren is a man named Anan. He's of poor health, and can't walk around much anymore, but his spirit still burns brightly." She paused, giving a few moments for remembrance, smile fond.
"But for the city elves...I'm not exactly sure, but they seem to serve almost as a Keeper would. Perhaps because they used to send all their mages off to be locked away in a tower. But they lead the alienages, I guess." A small shrug followed the much less interested explanation. Who cared about city elves anyway.