Though she was young, Ellana needed to absorb knowledge like a sea sponge. People thought her naive, and though she didn't wholly agree, she was still rather unspoiled by the world. But instead of always hiding from the dark and dangerous things, she wanted to know. She had to know, and experience, and grow, so she could be a survivor in this world. Ellana wasn't one to want to have to depend on others, and she was willing to learn the hard lessons. Her heart might be soft, and her view optimistic, but she wasn't stupid. Horrible things happened, and though she might not understand why, that didn't make them any less real.
She was so absorbed in the conversation that when Galadriel turned her head to check her line, Ellana blinked as if coming out of a dream and registered that her line felt the same as before. It hadn't caught a fish's attention yet. So she turned her eyes back to Galadriel for more of her story.
The more she learned, the more she came to dislike Fëanor. Hate would have been too strong a word for a person she never knew and who hadn't affected her life at all, but he was so selfish and short-sighted as to come across as the second villain of this piece of history.
"There is much a person would do to restore what was," Ellana finally said. "It's something my people would attempt. If something of Elvhenan could be found that would make our lives better, there are many elves who would go to war for it. Even though this Morgoth was too great an enemy for elves and men, I could see how they would try to get the jewels from his helm to restore the light. But Fëanor just wanted them back to hoard them. So he could stare at what he'd created but not share them with those who would dearly love to see things back the way they were." She smiled sadly. "But we always have to move forward, don't we? I wish I could find an ancient elven artifact to share with the People, but that wouldn't suddenly give us back our lost years in exile, living as slaves, servants, nomads, or whatever else we've been reduced to. It would just be a reminder of who we were, and that would be good enough for me. Not for others, though."
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She was so absorbed in the conversation that when Galadriel turned her head to check her line, Ellana blinked as if coming out of a dream and registered that her line felt the same as before. It hadn't caught a fish's attention yet. So she turned her eyes back to Galadriel for more of her story.
The more she learned, the more she came to dislike Fëanor. Hate would have been too strong a word for a person she never knew and who hadn't affected her life at all, but he was so selfish and short-sighted as to come across as the second villain of this piece of history.
"There is much a person would do to restore what was," Ellana finally said. "It's something my people would attempt. If something of Elvhenan could be found that would make our lives better, there are many elves who would go to war for it. Even though this Morgoth was too great an enemy for elves and men, I could see how they would try to get the jewels from his helm to restore the light. But Fëanor just wanted them back to hoard them. So he could stare at what he'd created but not share them with those who would dearly love to see things back the way they were." She smiled sadly. "But we always have to move forward, don't we? I wish I could find an ancient elven artifact to share with the People, but that wouldn't suddenly give us back our lost years in exile, living as slaves, servants, nomads, or whatever else we've been reduced to. It would just be a reminder of who we were, and that would be good enough for me. Not for others, though."